The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is exhausted and the path to immortality is cut off. This is the end of the Dharma. I, an ordinary urban youth, inherited an ancient immortal sect ruins that I can carry with me in an accident. When others were beaten to death for a ray of spiritual energy, I gnawed the ten-year-old elixir like a carrot in the Xianmen Medicine Garden; when others were fighting to the death for a broken magic weapon, the mountains of magical weapons in the Xianmen Weapon Refining Pavilion had already dazzled me. The whole world is regressing, and I am the only one, sitting on an entire immortal civilization, swimming upstream!
