The passionate Taoist loves all things but has no relatives.
He went up the mountain at the age of four, built the foundation at the age of seven, became a soul at the age of fifteen, transformed into a spirit at the age of twenty, merged into a body at the age of fifty, and survived the tribulation at the age of a hundred.
Yin Qingyi is a genius rarely seen in millions of years and the only child of Heaven.
On the day when the sky cracked, he heard the cry of all things. The mountains and rivers were crying, and every ray of spiritual energy leaking from the cracks was wailing in his ears. Three thousand pains were added to him, day and night, endless.
He peeled himself apart with his own hands, pulling the sword bones out one by one from the back of his neck. His spiritual veins were broken inch by inch in his body, his life sword shattered, and his spiritual light went out. He exchanged the pain of his body for the pain of all things to rest for a moment.
He lived like this for many, many years.
Until next spring.
After another sixty years, the sect was opened wide.
Concept: Winter is here, and spring is not far away.