Xi Ling's Autobiography

After traveling around the world for three years, I wrote a close-up autobiography. I have commemorated it and returned home after writing it. My name is Xi Ling, from the Spirit Clan. Our inheritance revolves around the spirit of all things in the world. There is no nice name, just call it a spirit. This clan has not cared about worldly affairs since ancient times, but since the origin of master Xuan Ling disappeared three hundred years ago, he has been alone in the mountains and forests for more than three hundred years. Time flew by. I woke up from my deep sleep and unfolded my spiritual consciousness. There was nothing in the cave except rotten tables and chairs. A ray of white light merged with the moonlight shining down from above the cave entrance, and I felt that I was also the light. Floating out of the cave entrance, he looked at the withered spirit trees around him and the remains of spirit beasts everywhere. There was no longer the tranquility of the past, and there were only countless resentful spirits in the air that could not be eliminated for a long time. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.