In the torrent of immortal dynasties and families, who can touch immortality?
Who is whispering in the fog of time and unknown?
I woke up from rebirth and opened my eyes to see this world:
Formations, talismans, magic weapons...
Pills, Taoism, exercises...
Monsters, puppets, spiritual plants...
The cave sky still exists, and the blessed land has never disappeared. This is a legend of a "struggler".
