Shen Changjun, the ancestor of Taixu Sect, was born with supernatural spiritual roots. He was taken away by the sect when he was young. He practiced hard for nine thousand years and was promoted to the position of ancestor. He has only done one thing in his life - practice. The sect's affairs were taken care of by the master and the elders. The disciples were sent to him by the sect. After he taught them, he let them practice on their own and never asked them how they were doing.
Once he failed to overcome the tribulation, he fell on the Wentian Platform.
When he opened his eyes again, he became a young casual cultivator in Qinggou Town with mixed spiritual roots of four attributes, named Shen Ye. On the second floor of Qi Training, my father is an honest man who has been drawing talismans for twenty years and is still worried about five spiritual stones. Next door lives a fat alchemist who has been blasting the alchemy furnace for half his life. The old talisman master who runs a stall at the entrance of the town has a scar on his wrist that has not healed for thirty years.
In my previous life, I walked in a straight line for nine thousand years and never lowered my head to look at the road under my feet. Now standing on the muddy ground, he couldn't even enter the mountain gate of Taixu Sect. He held the jade slip that had been sealed by his own hands in his previous life, and listened to the whispers of the obsession that had been trapped inside for countless years. The sword sounds of the Seventy-Two Peaks were still echoing in his ears, but the first thing he had to learn was to recognize his own identity.
