That was the darkest day in Wang Lin's life.
As a peerless talent that the sect rarely encounters for thousands of years, he was assassinated when he broke through. His Taoist foundation was shattered and he became a useless person. The respect he once had turned into humiliation, his relatives and friends were gone, his resources were taken away, and he was ruthlessly abandoned by the entire immortal world.
Until that night, the roar of the tide came from the darkness, the black moon that could not be seen directly hung high in the dream, and the sticky whisper sounded in his ears for the first time.
"There are already cracks in this world, and I glimpsed the truth behind the cracks."
