Nine Years

    In the ninth year, I obviously felt that my physical condition was getting worse and worse. I became lethargic every day and I was getting older. I also knew that time was running out.

    The physical body has been weakened to the extreme, but the soul is undergoing different changes every day.

    The artistic conception comprehended gradually melted into my soul and changed constantly. For such a situation, I don't know whether it is good or bad, but I can only let it go.

    Over the years, I do not know how many wood carvings I have carved or how many knives I have destroyed. So far, I have only kept three wood carvings, which are the three wood carvings I am most satisfied with.

    Although I have not fully understood the artistic conception of the true immortal, I have already understood it deeply. Since ancient times, I have done what no one can do in the Valley of Demons.