(Original Eastern Immortal Cultivator, all over the world, not a derivative of the same person)
My name is Ling Yun. Before my father died, he left me a notebook, a bracelet of heaven and earth, the directions of the nine spiritual veins, and a sentence: "Keep it until the day you can't keep it anymore." I thought no one believed this these days. Until an out-of-control heavy truck rushed over on the streets of Queens, and I held it in place with three peace charms. A man wearing iron wings fell into the rain, stared at me for a long time, and asked: "Where did you learn this trick?" After that day, people in the alliance called me "the trump card." But I didn't tell them - the thing sealed in the center of the earth is about to wake up. Every time a spiritual vein is broken, a city sinks. And the person who collected the six boundary stones was inserting the stones one by one according to the directions of the nine veins. When he is embedded in the sixth block, the vein in Zhongnan Mountain will be broken. My father died there. There is a sentence written on the last page of my notebook: "Where are you on the other side?"
After I finished writing, I discovered that no one on that end had replied to my letter in sixty years.
But I'm still waiting. One day I opened my notebook and saw a page with words that were not written by me.
The Eastern monks travel across the fantasy world of the heavens, using talismans to crush Western evil objects, flying swords to cut off the wings of black dragons, and the Ghost Soul-Eating Array to rewrite the rules of death. They reduce dimensions and crush them all the way. It's fun and uninterrupted throughout the process.
