Ling Huantian, three thousand floating islands, three thousand monks, three thousand possibilities. His name is Lan Ting, the only perfect chaotic body in the Three Realms. He lived in seclusion on Jingxue Island three hundred years ago and took a dead boy as his disciple. The young man's name was Du Heng. He had no bones at all, but when he was about to die, he used his instinct to glue the broken jade tablets together. From now on, Jingxue Island is no longer just snow. The young man had a heart that he dared not express openly, and he practiced hard day and night, just to get one inch closer to his master, and then one inch closer. And Lan heard that you are my apprentice, and that is enough. But when he left the three-hundred-year-old plum soul to the young man, when he made an exception and left the lonely island and stepped into the mortal world, when he sat alone late at night, caressing the broken jade pieced together by the young man - even he himself was unwilling to admit that some things had already crossed the boundary between master and disciple.
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It's beautiful, and the writing style is also awesome. It's the first time I've seen this kind of cultivating immortals. Hehe, show me all of them.
It's beautiful, and the writing style is also awesome. It's the first time I've seen this kind of cultivating immortals. Hehe, show me all of them.