After a million years, the era of cultivation has restarted. Countless people embark on spiritual practice for the sake of longevity, rights, and strength. The road is long, and many people have lost their way in what they want. In the end, they turn into withered bones on the road of practice. The young man in white clothes holding a sword walked back and looked back, and there were not many figures left. I can only sigh softly in my heart, hold the sword in my hand tightly, strengthen my faith, and continue to move forward...
