There is a demon in West Spring Mountain, named Chu Jiang.
In order to successfully advance along the Demon Demon Dao, Li Mumu reconstructed her perception of reality.
This time, it was an uncompromising reconstruction, disassembling every facet of personality and memory, discarding the superfluous, and merging them into one whole.
Once again, she sought an answer to the question: "Who am I?"
Neither a mythological Immortal Spirit, nor an Exotic Beast recorded in the Classic of Mountains and Seas.
I am simply myself.
Chu Jiang—'Chu' as in the dual woods, 'Jiang' as in the deep crimson.
During the Spring and Autumn Warring States period, the Chu people often offered sacrifices to ghosts and gods, composing poems like the Chu Ci, distinct from others.
Li Mumu opened her eyes, and in her mind, scenes from the past resurfaced.
The past, the present, and the future.
This is not a virtual reality game; to me, this is utterly the Real World.
