Ning Ze knows that he is a rotten person, so what, in this world of cultivation where the jungle is strong and the strong eat the weak, only the value of force can scorn everything. After receiving forty-nine soul nails and burning for forty-nine days, his essence was exhausted. When his soul was gone, facing his former classmates who were deeply happy, Ning Ze had no regrets at all. He only blamed his own inferior five spiritual roots. Otherwise, it would be unknown who would be an ant and who would be the king.
With deep obsessions, I was reborn as a human being. Once I returned to the time when I had just become a disciple of Qingfeng, I still knew my confusion and wanted to go back into the abyss. When I looked up, I saw fairies in white clothes smiling beautifully. "My name is Nie Wuyou, let me be your master." From then on, he was careful not to let anyone see the darkness inside. One obsession falls, another rises, the abyss is bottomless, and it is difficult to turn back.
Intention: Warm each other with love