Three Thousand Years of Gaowu

The sky has nine colors, all of which are flowing together. There are thousands of paths in the ancient land, and every path leads to the top. 'Why, are you afraid that if I rise to another level, the territory assigned to you will shrink, your gold and silver attributes will fade, Taoism will become even more useless, and all the cauldrons under my command will treat you coldly. ' The gray-haired boy who had been expelled from the hidden sect was singing and singing with his back to the mountain gate. His voice was neither humble nor arrogant as when he knocked on the mountain gate. I sought out teachers back then, but now I seek truth. Ten years of grievance, now relieved. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.