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Heaven and earth are furnaces, all things are copper, and all living beings are refining their bones in the fire. There is no arrogant genius here, only a group of madmen who refuse to bow to destiny. There are sword cultivators who have broken their arms to survive and use their broken bodies to seek the truth; there are demon cultivators who refine their minds in the world of mortals and gain enlightenment in wine shops; there are also casual cultivators who huddle together to keep warm and use ordinary iron to defeat the divine soldiers. They may be free and unrestrained, or vicious and vicious, but they all have the arrogance of "even if there are thousands of people, I will go." Let's see how in this troubled world, heroes from all walks of life use their bodies as swords to cut a bloody path to the sky, and together they compose a great song.

The heaven and earth are silent, and fairy dreams are vague. The avenue is nameless, and cause and effect are empty. The young man broke out from Fang Hu and was framed and killed because he possessed magical powers! On that day, he held a mirror in his left hand to illuminate the eternal illusion, and held a sword in his right hand to cut off all the cause and effect of the people, but in the end he was besieged by the heroes! Determined to slaughter the immortals in the world, and then explore the mysteries of the great road in endless illusion! This person once said, "If all this is a dream, then make it a reality."