He traveled to a world of cultivating immortals, but became a waste of the "Hunyuan Dao Body" who did not cultivate any method.
Fortunately, he was taken in by the Qingshan Sect. There is no coldness of the jungle here, only the master's seemingly careless care, the senior brother's silent but solid protection, and the junior sister's smile as warm as a little sun that can always melt away all the gloom.
With the most clumsy sincerity, they taught me what the "path of cause and effect" is - good relationships lead to good results, and bonds are strength.
I thought I had found my home, and I was willing to use my wisdom from another world to protect this hard-won warmth.
Until that day, the Haoyue Sect, which believed in "cutting off fate and destroying love", came. Blood flooded the green hills, the senior brother was transformed into a stone statue, the little junior sister withered in my arms with a smile, and the master sent me away at the expense of himself...
