When the words "the road ahead is still long" fell from the input method into the Word document, I felt as though my whole body was about to collapse.
After squeezing myself dry for more than a hundred days, I had finally drawn an answer for this book I had spent four years writing—though not perfectly complete, at least one I could be satisfied with.
It did not feel real at all. I had clearly said I wanted to rest and relax, yet I always felt there was still something left to do. If I did not write something, it felt as though something was off.
I began writing this book at the start of 2015 and kept writing until the end of 2018. It had been nearly four years.
Over those four years, I went from university, to internship work, and then to working full-time.
I changed greatly during those years as well. It was precisely because of that that the greatest problem faced by the Immortals in this book was "themselves."
I changed so much in merely four years—what about intelligent beings who had lived for thousands or tens of thousands of years?
It was hard to imagine.
Of course, for me, most of the changes over those four years were probably good ones.
At least, the earliest parts of Into the Immortal Path were things I could not bear to look at myself—they were written so terribly. How had I even written such stuff? Was the me who wrote it back then actually a—[beep]?
I probably improved. That was a good thing.
Into the Immortal Path was my first work, and it was destined to be my most immature one.
Thinking of it that way, it really was regrettable.
Its setting truly was very interesting. With the