Qingyun Sect is the last among the last in the world of immortality.
The mountain gate is dilapidated, the spiritual energy is thin, and the whole sect cannot even afford a mountain guard dog.
The only elder is an alcoholic, the only junior sister is mute, and the only disciple is Lu Changge.
No one knows the origin of Lu Changge.
Three years ago, he fell in front of the mountain gate covered in blood. When he woke up, he didn't remember anything. He only said that he had a long dream in which he killed an immortal with his own hands.
The elders only thought he was talking nonsense.
Until the triennial sect competition, a large number of sect disciples threatened to overthrow the Qingyun Sect and take away their spiritual veins.
Shen Yuan clenched the rusty broken sword in his hand.
The sword suddenly buzzed.
When the sword was slashed out, the whole place was silent.
A large number of elders recognized the sword, their expressions suddenly changed, and they said in a trembling voice:
"Why is this sword here?"
He asked Lu Changge: "Who are you?"
Shen Yuan shook his head: "I don't know."
But he knows one thing -
The immortal he killed three years ago is waiting for him somewhere.
