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Tags
- ThemeMartial Arts
- POVMale Lead
- Age21+
- Occult
- Primordial World
- Sweet Story
- Xianxia Cultivation
Synopsis
In a distant and mysterious world, there is a peaceful mountain village like a paradise. It is surrounded by green mountains and green waters, with smoke rising from the kitchen stoves. People live a simple and peaceful life. This village is called Yunxi Village, and Yun Yi grew up here. Yun Yi is a lively and kind-hearted young man with bright eyes and a bright smile. He is always full of endless curiosity and longing for the world outside the village. In the village, his favorite thing was to climb the hill behind the village, look at the rolling mountains in the distance, and imagine what wonderful scenes there were on the other side of the mountain. However, this tranquility and peace did not last forever. One evening, the afterglow of the setting sun has not completely dissipated, night has not yet fallen, and the whole world seems to be shrouded in a hazy shadow. Suddenly, a gloomy cold wind whizzed past, carrying a creepy aura. Immediately afterwards, a group of monsters with hideous faces and strange shapes came like ghosts. Some of these monsters are huge, like small hills; some are flexible and can shuttle between villages like ghosts; some can spit out blazing flames and ignite houses and crops in an instant. Yunxi Village instantly fell into chaos and fear. The villagers screamed in terror and ran in all directions. Yun Yi was also frightened and overwhelmed by the sudden disaster, but he quickly came to his senses and tried to help the villagers around him escape. "Everyone, run! Run to the mountain!" Yun Yi shouted loudly, with a hint of trembling in his voice. He supported the old man, pulled the young children, and ran desperately towards the outside of the village. The evil spirits are raging and destroying everything. The sound of houses collapsing and people's cries intertwined together, as if it was the end of the world. Yun Yi led a group of villagers running on a narrow path. Suddenly, a huge demon appeared in front of them, blocking the way. The demon opened its bloody mouth and spit out a stream of black smoke. "Don't be afraid, everyone! I'll lure it away!" Yun Yi gritted his teeth and mustered up the courage to run in the other direction. Yaoxie was attracted by Yun Yi's actions and turned around to chase him. Yun Yi ran desperately, with only one thought in his mind: he must lure away the evil spirits and protect the safety of the villagers. He shuttled through the fields and mountains and forests, with the evil spirits chasing after him. Yun Yi ran out of breath, stumbled, and accidentally fell into a valley. The valley was filled with thick fog, and Yun Yi kept rolling down the hillside until he fell into a hidden cave. He stood up dizzily and found himself in a strange and mysterious place. There is an ancient and mysterious atmosphere permeating the cave, and a strange light shines on the walls. Yun Yi endured the pain and walked forward cautiously. Deep in the cave, he found an ancient secret book of cultivating immortals that shimmered. Yun Yi's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he seemed to feel that this secret book would change his destiny. He picked up the secret book with trembling hands, and a glimmer of hope ignited in his heart. "Perhaps, this secret book can give me the power to protect my family and villagers." Yun Yi secretly swore. With strong will, Yun Yi groped for the exit from the cave. When he returned to the village, what he saw broke his heart. The village has been turned into ruins, the fire is still burning, and there are corpses and blood everywhere. Yun Yi knelt on the ground, tears welling up in his eyes. "I must avenge you!" Yun Yi clenched his fists, his eyes full of determination and hatred. From then on, Yun Yi embarked on the road of cultivating immortality. He was determined to become a powerful immortal and protect the people around him so that such a tragedy would never happen again. Purpose: Carry forward Chinese traditional culture