Devouring Souls and Ascending to Immortality

The Guanchen Sect has waited for eighteen hundred years. Waiting for a counter-spiritual root. A person who doesn't even know what he is. Six years ago, the spiritual stone shattered into powder in his hands. People from the Xuantian Sect said it was a waste spiritual root. If you don't accept the soul, you will destroy yourself if you practice Taoism. He knelt at the bottom of the ninety-nine steps, bit into pieces "I will be back" and swallowed it into his stomach. A small sect that was about to fall apart picked him up. The courtyard is dilapidated, the walls are leaky, and seven people squeeze into one table to eat. No one despises him, no one is afraid of his spiritual roots. They call themselves the Guanchen Sect - watching the dust in the world and waiting for someone to come back. Later that yard disappeared. The master blocked the palm and dispersed. The senior brothers and sisters were in disarray and disappeared. Later he realized that his spiritual roots were not bad. The name has been changed. The origin has been erased. They are the people who sat at the top ten thousand years ago and don't want anyone to know that it still exists. But someone was waiting for him. Someone blocked his hand. There are people scattered in all directions, I don't know if they are still alive. Shang Ming has to move forward. It's not for revenge, it's to pick up the scattered people one by one, and to know what happened back then. Along the way, some people stopped him, some avoided him, and some saw that he was hiding old wounds but didn't ask. Someone recognized him. Someone is still waiting.