Prologue: I am the leader of the Tianxu Sect.
Kunlun Ruins is at the top of the mountain, the wind is as sharp as a knife, and blizzards engulf the world.
Lin Xiao stood barefoot on the ten thousand years of black ice, his plain white linen clothes fluttering around, and the sound of gold and stone burst out when the broken snow hit his bare chest.
The abyss thousands of feet behind him swallowed up the starlight, and in front of him was only the rickety figure of Master Tianxuzi - like an ancient sword thrust into the snow.
Tianxuzi held up a black ring in his palm, with dark golden Kui patterns wrapped around it, and a rice-sized ice crystal embedded in the center, as if there were stars flowing inside.
"The token of the 108th generation head of the Tianxu Sect, the 'Eight Wastelands Mirror', is given to you today." The old man's voice tore through the wind and snow, and each word was chiseled into the void, "Remember the eight characters: open up the territory and dominate the Eight Wastelands!"
Four volumes of scarlet wedding documents fell into Lin Xiao's arms, the animal skin tentacles were cold, and the names written in cinnabar shimmered in the snowy night: Su Qinghan, Ye Qingwu, Nangong Lie, Murong Xue.
"At the foot of the mountain is the tiger and wolf den, which is also the furnace of creation." Tianxuzi's eyes flashed with a look of worry that Lin Xiao had never seen before, "When encountering trouble... Use force to defeat skill and use wisdom to control the situation.
If anyone blocks your path..." His withered fingers suddenly crushed a piece of flying snow, "Kill without mercy! "
After saying this, he turned around and disappeared into the blizzard, leaving only one proverb echoing in the valley: "Four girls gather together in the sun, and the eight desolate dragons raise their heads..."
