In the Dongze Wetland, the spiritual veins have nourished all things for three thousand years. Once the turbid air invaded, the spiritual veins shattered, and turbid beasts ran rampant. The former warm water town became a dangerous place, and the creatures of the Ze tribe lingered on, waiting in despair for a turning point in reincarnation.
Three thousand years of spiritual veins are about to dry up, the beasts are raging in Dongze, and the Seventh Destined One has finally arrived. The young man Lu Li and his nine-tailed fox Qing Sui braved the water maze, healed the spiritual veins, and defended the stronghold. They took on the mission of reincarnation as a mortal, not only to become stronger, but also to protect every living spirit and every weak creature in this land and water. He is a spiritual guardian who goes against the tide, carrying hope in the dust and guarding the light in the darkness.
He once discerned the spiritual energy in the mist to find the way forward, and took dangerous risks in the shadow of the Zhuo Beast Patrol; he once dived into the deep water, touched the dying tree of spiritual veins, used his own spiritual energy to fight against the bone-eroding turbidity, endured the pain of his soul to heal the cracks, and took over the unfinished mission of his seven generations of predecessors. He also experienced the pain of parting. After Qingsui left, he studied the spiritual formation hard in the empty stronghold, lost his youthful youth, and shouldered the heavy responsibility of protecting the Ze clan and Tide Shell.
A strong enemy is dormant in the dark, the turbid air has not dissipated, and the war is about to break out. Qingsui has not returned from his long journey. He holds the stronghold alone, using the spiritual formation as a shield and the original intention as the blade. There are no born strong people, only mortals who choose to persevere; there is no destined failure, only perseverance that never gives up.
He is Lu Li, the last hope of Dongze, the guardian of souls, souls, and people in all his life. This guardianship across reincarnations does not leave a name in history, but only keeps the aura of the world alive and the fireworks remain the same.
The words hit the mark and came slowly.