At last, this book was finished.
First, I, You Ziyin, would like to thank all the readers who accompanied me along the way. Without you, I certainly could not have finished this book.
The fellow Daoists who loved this story and could resonate with me were always the driving force that sustained me through to the end.
I wanted to create the xianxia world that existed in my heart, a vast and magnificent world of immortals and heroes (though I don't know whether it read that way).
To me, The Confucian Immortal of the Netherworld was more than just the first novel I had ever written. It was a beautiful yearning in my heart for a perfect, tender world of immortals and heroes!
The people in the book were "living, breathing people" who would walk into that pure land within my heart. They carried all my emotions, and I poured my heart and soul into them.
Every one of them was like a dear friend to me.
I wanted to show my friends one grand, spectacular story after another, and individuals with souls and thoughts of their own.
I just didn't know how much of the story in my heart I had managed to convey.
Next, let's talk about the problems!
I had to admit that this book was highly controversial.
Those who liked it really liked it, while those who didn't genuinely thought it was bad (the critics weren't necessarily haters; perhaps they simply hated seeing iron fail to become steel).
I read every single review of this book. The problems I saw mentioned most often were my early prose and my handling of the plot.
So cringeworthy, too sentimental, a bleeding heart!
I always reflected seriously on those issues,
I couldn't dodge that, and it was indeed