Chu Ge felt a little moved.
Not by Dabei... by himself.
I wrote you all so damn well.
No... seriously, as an author, seeing the characters he had written each follow their own path, so vividly alive, moved him beyond words.
He had something of a double standard when it came to Qiu Wuji and the others. For instance, he was unwilling to let the others out, and even when Yan Qianlie went out, he had to rush to drag him back. That was mainly because he feared trouble he could not control.
But overall, what he had told Qiu Wuji a very, very long time ago—when the characters beneath his pen gained souls of their own, that was his Dao Path...—had remained consistent. It had never changed, nor had there been any double standard: Buddhist and demon were equal, with no distinction between those close to him and those distant.
Every one of them was a living being he had created.
He had always been working toward this, and hoping for it. Now, it seemed to be bearing fruit.
He felt as though he could weigh the power of an entire world in his palm. Buddhism and Daoism, demons, Confucians, and all living beings beneath the heavens revered the Heavenly Dao together, and thus he could direct them as readily as his own limbs, with very little resistance. Once he settled matters overseas, he would truly have Heaven and Earth in his grasp.
This was a mutual result. He had come to understand every one of them, and the characters beneath his pen had come alive in his heart. They, too, had come to understand him, respecting the Heavenly Dao above.
And so they became linked by flesh and blood.
In fact, Chu Ge was already feeling a faint