Xia Lu Xing

When the wind blows, the wind and clouds gather. The world's turmoil gathers in the rivers and lakes. The rivers and lakes are in turmoil and the bloodshed is endless. In the endless loess of the world, when the wind blows, you can still smell the fragrance of the bones of heroes. When a warrior embarks on the path of cultivation, the realm of cultivation begins with the gentle wind, moving leaves, singing sticks, swaying branches, falling leaves, breaking branches, flying sand and stones, pulling up trees, and crossing the sea in the air, transcending the mortal world. There are few people in the Shattering Sky Realm, and no one has come on the Immortal Road since ancient times. The evil witch from the cult is causing trouble again, the bald little monk is chanting scriptures blindly, the verbose scholar talks about benevolence and morality, and the innocent little Taoist priest is counting the few coins in his pocket. … This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.