This world of immortality. There is a martial artist who has dominated a continent for eight hundred years, and feels that he is only worthy of being the second best in the world. There is a sword cultivator who cuts down three thousand thunder clouds with one sword, and his sword energy soars into the sky and breaks through ten thousand armors. There is a seemingly cowardly bull riding priest with two beams of purple energy slung over his shoulders, and no one dares to mess with him.
But in this world of cultivating immortals, perhaps there are as many monks as crucian carp crossing the river. They have just introduced Qi into their bodies, and they have become the victims of other people's magic weapons. Perhaps for a child who has not yet embarked on the path to immortality, holding on to a broken entry jade slip is holding on to the light of the entire world of immortality.
