In the 31,416th year of the Cangyuan calendar, the emperor died and the demon star appeared.
Chu Yuan, the king of Zhenbei, picked up a baby among the corpses in the north and named him Chu Mo.
This child is born without a sea of energy, and the day after tomorrow his meridians are cut off, and his path is at an end.
Everyone in the palace spent all their resources to protect his health and remained silent.
They all went to the north, the place called the "Boundary Wall" that separates life and death.
When my grandfather left, he patted his shoulder silently. When Chu Yun left, he looked back and smiled. When Chu Yue left, her hands were hot with tears.
In the end, I am the only one left in such a big royal palace, with my whole body and broken veins.
It is difficult for all methods to follow a single sutra, and it goes against the mountains and seas and breaks through the layers of clouds.
After ten years of hard training, he reached the holy realm, and after seven years of spring and autumn, he stepped into the void.
The fluorescent light spreads across the northern border, and hundreds of millions of people streak across the sky.
The breeze invites the moon to linger, and the lonely moon reflects alone.
The cold blade of the bamboo knife reflects the vast sky, but you dare to take three moves with me.
He once read thousands of volumes that connected the heaven and the earth, but now he controls one region and controls thousands of frontiers.
The young man took his sword and headed north to the sun, traveling all over the world to find his old friend.
This journey has been going on for many years with no way back, and I cut across the boundary wall with a single blade.
In this life, I——Chu Mo
The useless body defies destiny, and the lonely sword asks the immortal.
