A backlog, a backlog, a backlog. Everything needed a backlog.
Chu Ge's eyes had gone red. He wished he could switch off every communication device and start writing immediately.
But the more anxious he became, the less he could write. He actually hit a bout of writer's block...
It might have had something to do with those thirty thousand words from before. His writing state then had been very detached, somewhat incompatible with his current state.
Chu Ge took a deep breath, trying hard to clear away distracting thoughts and bring his mind into clarity.
What he did not know was that his book really was getting better and better-to an absurd degree.
It had nothing to do with his writing skills...
Rather, faithfully recounting scenes he had seen was simply not on the same difficulty level as making things up in his head.
And what he wrote was becoming increasingly "real," from details of clothing and architecture to every flower and blade of grass. He could even say more about cultivation methods, making them sound as though practicing them really could produce results. A few lines of cultivation formulas sent the mystique through the roof.
Previously, when he wrote Chu Tiange's battles and cultivation, it had all been about building atmosphere, working with "momentum," the astonishment of onlookers, and so on-the same techniques he had used when teaching Qiu Wuji to write battles. But now, alongside that existing atmosphere, he added descriptions of practical combat details. Readers who had practiced fighting in real life discovered that those descriptions seemed to let them actually visualize the fights.
The immortal flavor was growing stronger, too. His prose clearly had not changed much, yet somehow it gave people an uncanny sense of an immortal realm, as though they were there themselves.
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