A new writer is here to report. I hope all fellow Taoists will like my first work.
After the turbid spirits emerged from the cracks in the earth's veins, there was no longer a real sunrise in the world.
From that day on, the monks could no longer absorb pure pure spirit, could no longer refine elixirs, and could no longer ascend. The spiritual veins were broken like blood vessels, the turbid tide swallowed the city, the secret realm withered, and the five continents seemed to be torn apart from the ground, sinking into the dark red mist one by one.
And the disaster is far more than that.
A forest of broken monuments stands in the wasteland, like thousands of people whispering when the wind blows; the dark purple abyssal sea remains lightless all year round; in the wasteland strewn with bones, some people are still walking forward.
All living things are like ants, they disperse in an instant;
But there are always people who want to live their lives as an immortal light.
Someone saw an alchemist standing in front of the Zulong Gorge, surrounded by clear light, looking sad and smiling. The young man behind him finally remembered everything and turned around suddenly, only to catch a hand full of starlight.
Shen Yuan knelt in the wind and whispered softly——
"Brother Yan, I'm back. This time, I'll remember you forever."
