Qingyun Sect is a holy place that everyone in the world of cultivating immortals longs for.
There were three most highly regarded disciples here. They once practiced swords among the sea of clouds, and grew up in the eyes of their master's expectations. They thought that the path to immortality was bright and open.
Until they were ordered by their master to travel down the mountain——
The whispers of the master of the East China Sea Pavilion before his sudden death, the man-eating runes with the same origin as those of the sect in the ancient tombs of the Southern Wilderness, the bloody record of "a sacrifice once every three hundred years" in the forbidden volume of the Sutra Pavilion... Clues and clues spell out the horrifying truth: the so-called genius of the immortal sect is just a sacrifice marked by the way of heaven.
On the day they returned to the sect, what greeted them was not a reception banquet, but an altar and chains.
The blood of the best friend stained the mountain gate red, and the sword of the master cut off the last trace of love.
When the last disciple was chained to the top of Xuantian Peak and listened to the chants of "sacrifice for the common people", he finally understood:
Every cup of tea handed over by the master,
They were all measuring the heat of his burning body.
The altar was extinguished and the ashes were scattered.
The Xuantian Bell rang through the sky, celebrating another "effort in protecting the Tao".
Intention: The results of hard work may not necessarily be good