"Boom!"
A bolt of thunder pierced the night sky, illuminating a dilapidated Taoist temple deep in the Qingyun Mountains. Lin Xiao opened his eyes suddenly, his chest heaved violently, and his coarse clothes were soaked with cold sweat. He dreamed of that scene again - blood raining all over the sky, corpses strewn across the fields, and the sword light that penetrated the heaven and earth.
"Ten years..." Lin Xiao clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. Since the incident ten years ago, he has been accepted as an outer disciple by the Qingyun Sect, guarding the medicine garden in this remote Taoist temple. In addition to taking care of the elixir every day, he also practices the most basic "Qingyun Jue", day after day, year after year.
The thunder outside the window gradually subsided, but Lin Xiao could no longer sleep. He put on his coat, opened the door and walked into the medicine garden. The moonlight is like water, shining on the lush elixir, and the air is filled with a faint fragrance of medicine. Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by a spiritual grass glowing with a faint blue light.
"This is..." Lin Xiao quickly approached and squatted down to take a closer look. He had never seen this spiritual grass before. There were strange lines on the leaves, which were faintly visible in the moonlight. What's even more strange is that he feels that the spiritual power in his body that has been dormant for many years has fluctuated.
At this moment, an old voice sounded in his mind: "Boy, you are finally here."
Lin Xiao was shocked and looked around warily: "Who?"
"Stop looking, I'm in the Nine Heavens Mysterious Grass in front of you." The voice was a bit joking, "After waiting for three thousand years, I finally found a destined person."
Lin Xiao's pupils shrank and he subconsciously took a step back. He has heard of one
