(Traditional cultivation of immortality + no system + non-pure cool writing)
There is thunder hidden in the wood, and thunder comes from the wood.
The year Lu Changyuan came down from the mountain, the green wood sword array in his hand was only alive. He has seen all the ups and downs in the secular world, and experienced life and death on the battlefield. As the realm deepens, the wooden path becomes more prosperous, and the sound of thunder gradually rises.
But he will eventually understand——
Inheriting the ancestor is not the end. Surpassing his ancestor was the real proposition he had to face.
