The moonlight of Qingxu Mountain once illuminated Chen Fei's ten-year journey to seek immortality. He thought that the right path was compassion and the sect was his destination. Until he arrived in front of the Hanyu Palace, the blood of his relatives stained the bluestone - the Taoist priests who sang "Walking for Heaven" were stuffing centuries-old spiritual essence into their sleeve pockets and trampling the cries of children under their feet.
Accusations of "secretly possessing magical powers" arose, and his mother's death became the last straw for him. When the family jade pendant cracked and black energy wrapped around his fingertips, Chen Fei finally understood: the so-called righteous path is just a bad wolf in fairy clothes; the so-called magic power is actually a sharp blade to resist injustice.
He picked up the magic sword and swore an oath with his blood: "From now on, I will not worship immortals or be polite to the Tao, but will only use demons to prove the Tao!" The blood moon hung in the sky, and the young man stepped on the Qingxu Mountain Gate. Behind him was the cry of hypocrites, and in front of him was the hostility of the entire world of immortality. But so what? Since the Immortal Sect cannot tolerate justice, let the demonic flames burn this hypocritical world!
