His name is Li Xianyun. He is a Taoist priest who has spent his whole life dreaming of roaming free like a cloud or a wild crane.
...But unfortunately, his surname is Li.
Once the eerie forces were suppressed and the Night Watchers became a top-tier star organization of Lingxu practitioners, Li Xianyun thought the world would settle into peace and he could finally live freely.
But then his master died suddenly. Young people taking out loans to cultivate immortality fled into the temple. And blood-red darkness swallowed the horizon...
At last, Li Xianyun understood: a night made by human hands was even colder than the eerie.
On that day,
A hundred-year-old man with a delicate face like a child’s stepped out of the temple and gently pointed at the darkness overhead.
“May boundless blessings be upon you.”
“My master often said to refrain from killing, cast off delusions, keep a pure heart, and let one’s thoughts flow freely. The old man said so much that I only remembered four words: let your thoughts flow freely.”
“So... let us all die together.”
This book is really getting more interesting as it goes on, so I would be sorry for you to add more bookshelves to it.