Combining the six bodies of gods, demons, humans, ghosts, monsters and immortals, my path is almost flawless, with only one weakness left: the mortal body made of fairy mud and lotus roots, which has been isolated from the world since birth, and has never experienced the joy, anger, pain and suffering of the world.
In order to make up for the incompleteness, I transformed myself into the world. In order to experience the life of an ordinary person, I decided not to show any strength until the moment of life and death.
However, once I became a disciple of the master of Daomen Pavilion, the word "ordinary" has never been with me since then.
(Although the protagonist's abilities are incredible, he has maintained restraint until the end. The heroine is uncertain, but she will not be sentimental; all place names, sects, characters, rules, and institutions in this book are fictional and have no connection with reality. They are only fantasy creations. Do not follow suit or imitate.)
