*
When he was sixteen years old, thick fog hit the village, and Chu Weiyun almost died at the hands of a monster.
Once he was rescued, he discovered that he was the reincarnation of the immortal savior three hundred years ago.
The whole world of cultivation is waiting for him to return to his throne as a god, and when he comes out with his divine sword, he will chop the monsters to pieces.
Chu Weiyun smiled mysteriously, pushed up the non-existent glass mirror on the bridge of his nose, and said enigmatically: "Don't be anxious, watch me pretend."
Received the divine sword, gathered strength and pulled it out. The divine sword did not move at all.
Quan Cultivator: "..."
Chu Weiyun: "..."
"Is there a possibility that you are looking for the wrong person? I am really just an ordinary person?"
*
A huge thunder ripped apart the entire world, and monsters that had never been seen before were slowly eating away at the entire Xiling continent hidden in the thick fog that lingered all year round.
The unarmed humans had no choice but to hide under the wings of cultivators and survive.
Who can dispel this thick fog?
Who would rather die than regret it?
Who is willing to sacrifice his own soul in exchange for a glimmer of hope for the common people?
I would rather be a ephemeral fly, wandering the world with my puppy, than be the savior.
Purpose: Selfless dedication
