Guo Feng, a six-year-old orphan, has no spiritual roots, no background, no adventures, only a tough body and a dead life. Others relied on talent and chance to cultivate immortality, but he relied on fighting mandrills on the cliffs of Black Mountain, tempering bones with snake blood in the depths of poisonous swamps, and overcoming thousand-year restrictions under ancient pools. Spiritual power, physical body, and spiritual cultivation progress simultaneously, and every step forward is a step closer to the door of death.
He had met Anru, the little girl who was made a saint by the Xuantian Sect at the age of five. She gave him a warm jade and said with a smile, "Wait until I come back." From then on, one climbed up and the other rushed down, separated by the entire Zhongzhou and countless sects.
There is no golden finger, no system, no noble person from heaven. There is only a pair of fists that have been broken and then grown again, and a truth that never changes: take life and death lightly, and do whatever you don't accept.
After tens of thousands of words and a long journey of bloody battle, the Lord of the Universe emerged from the humble beginnings. If no one crosses me, I will cross myself.
