Honestly, I had a weird relationship with 'Na Xie Nian' by Mao Ni. The ending left me sitting in silence for a good ten minutes, just processing. It wasn't a neat, wrapped-up-in-a-bow conclusion. Instead, it leans hard into its philosophical underpinnings about memory, loss, and what it means to forge a new self when your past is a weapon. Ning Que's final confrontation is less about a climactic battle and more about a series of brutal, personal reckonings with the people he thought he knew. The ending circles back to those quiet, early moments with Sangsang, reframing everything. It's melancholic and open-ended in a way that respects the reader's intelligence, refusing a simple catharsis.
Is it worth reading? Absolutely, but it demands patience. The prose is dense, the cultivation system is intricate to a fault, and Mao Ni takes his sweet time building the world. If you're looking for non-stop action, you'll be frustrated. But if you're into character studies where power ascension is secondary to emotional and ethical decay, it's a masterpiece. The middle section drags a bit, I won't lie, but the payoff in the final arc—the way all the political machinations and personal betrayals crystallize—feels earned. It's one of those novels that lingers.