Once upon a time, there was a fairy mountain that reached the sky and was shrouded in mist. There was a fairy gate on the fairy mountain, and there was a little sword cultivator who practiced daily under the fairy gate. One day, the little sword cultivator went out and picked up a cute little white cat. From then on, he and the little white cat lived a pastoral life of warmth, pampering, and happiness (dense fog).
He is the eldest son of the Jiang family, a family of immortal cultivators. He carried his sword and left home just to worship under the Jiuxuan Sect, which is the best in the world, and pursue a higher realm.
Once you seek enlightenment, you become possessed by evil.
Many years later, the little sword cultivator who had become a ruthless demon lord stood in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. He extended his hand to the young boy in white who was bathed in blood with his sword and his eyes full of confusion: "Maomao, let's go home."
The little boy instantly transformed into a little white cat and pounced on him, leaving a shallow tooth mark on his wrist and saying, "Meow."