Huang Huang, the most inconspicuous handyman disciple of the Qingyun Sect, was at the tenth level of Qi refining and had been stuck for three years.
On the day the sect was destroyed, he should have escaped, but on the way to escape, he was captivated by the "divine will" contained in the enemy's sword.
"If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening."
He stood there, looking up at the sword mark in a daze, before he was drawn into the energy crack and shattered into pieces.
When he woke up, he was tied to an iron bed. Two kidney cutters were discussing how much his kidney was worth.
So Huang Huang used rusty iron pieces broken off from the iron bed to slit their throats.
On the streets late at night, he looked at the dilapidated, chaotic city called Hull Town.
No spiritual energy, no sect.
But he still has the tenth level of Qi refining.
But he still has the heart to seek truth.
And the poor, homeless, drug addicts and forgotten people in this city died here, died on an unknown night, were taken away by the corpse truck, their names became a file number, and in the end even the file number was forgotten.
They probably need a miracle too.
