Nan Zheng once told me that when she was a very young girl, she dreamed of becoming a cultivator, using infinite demon power to raise demon spirits and yin soldiers, killing and killing them, becoming majestic and revered by the world. Only when she became a worship master did she realize that behind this worship service was a woman's blood and tears. What price should be paid for the supreme right? Let us listen to the sad song of the worshipper.