The world is ending, all living beings are mutating, spiritual energy is reviving, Taoism is reappearing, where will the floating dust drift to? Who is singing in the corridor of history in the long ancient times? With long hair, he suddenly raised his head and stared at the time of his life? Shen west looked back and smiled, the sun and the moon were shining brightly, the mysterious robe was rippling, and he still looked like a young man when he returned.