Chu Lou also traveled through time.
On his eighteenth birthday, the only gift he received was the terms of the divorce agreement circled in red pen by his father - "After Party B reaches the age of eighteen, Party A will no longer pay living expenses." No blessings, no cake, just a lottery ticket that won 300,000 yuan, but I haven't had time to redeem it yet.
Then he traveled through time.
Roundabout. The name of the sword is Zangfeng, and people are like the sword. The two people who were both "hiding" looked at each other across the competition stage. Nothing was said, but everyone knew it.
The spiritual roots have not disappeared. After five hundred years, it fell on Chu Louyi.
Now the entire cultivation world is chasing him. For the sake of spiritual roots, for the old accounts from five hundred years ago, and for the cause and effect that he has not yet understood. He didn't get stronger, he didn't want to dominate, he didn't want to save anyone. He just wanted to find out one thing - whether a person who was said to be a sinner by the whole world deserved to be held by someone's hand.
Intention: abandon the inherent definition and be yourself