In the world of cultivating immortals, disasters, big and small, are constant, and there are also geniuses who can stop the suffering. The competition of the cultivating sects with the purpose of suppressing suffering from all directions begins. This is the compassionate instinct of the immortal sects, and it is also the trial and error and support of natural disasters and man-made disasters in a lifetime of decades.
The inconspicuous wooden stick among thousands of monks flies away from the mountain gate with his ruthless way at the beginning of the story, and breaks into the world in confusion. What kind of ending will he reach?
