Having finished the latest chapter, it felt as though Shadow had written himself. Perhaps his emotions had affected the work, but the plot had not changed—it had only become crazier, more exhilarating!
A man lives one lifetime, grass and trees one autumn!
Fight!
Though I die, I will not regret it; through ten thousand tribulations, I will not perish!
Where the Way lies, though ten million stand against me, I will go...
The will to fear not being shattered to pieces, to feel no regret even if the soul scatters and the spirit disperses...
No matter what, Forging the Sacred Court was not exactly popular, but it was doing all right. At the very least, it had driven dozens of people utterly mad. It now had thirty-seven alliance leaders, two million-level alliances, and several alliances worth hundreds of thousands...
Shadow was merely a humble, ordinary person, an unknown little writer. That was enough!
As a man, for the dozens of diehard supporters who had supported him so crazily, he would have no complaints or regrets, and would remain unbroken through ten thousand tribulations!
Elegant Kite, the largest alliance of Forging the Sacred Court, who maxed out credit cards to support it like crazy...
Old K, ZTP, the overseas returnee from the second-largest alliance, who had never let national borders stop him and had always supported it in silence...
Jie Chen, an old friend of five years who rarely spoke, yet had always been there...
Phantom Queen, the first female reader Shadow had known for eight years, who had never forgotten him...
Qingyang, Shadow's first online brother of ten years, even crazier and more forthright than Shadow himself...
Storm Darling, moderator of Forging the Sacred Court, who opened three accounts to become alliance leaders—Shadow's Baby...
Destiny, a university student supporting it