Chapter 1355: Merely a Passing Traveler
In this vast world, Chen Changsheng was always alone.
He would often stare blankly at the boundless horizon, struck by the occasional thought that this Mortal World was far less expansive than heaven and earth.
A person was as insignificant as dust and grit—scattered by the wind, never to be found again.
He walked this road completely alone.
Over the years, his legs had become his brush and ruler, measuring out this boundless world while committing it to paper.
For a person to do even one thing well in a lifetime was far from easy.
And Chen Changsheng was doing exactly that. It had been nothing more than a sudden whim; the thought arose, and so he had set out on this path.
He just wanted to do one thing well.
Within the city, there was a babel of voices.