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This is a turbulent river and lake, where immortals stand tall, demons dance wildly, and our true martial arts cultivators use their mortal bodies to wield swords across the rainbow, shake fairy mountains and create glory, and there is also a generation of geniuses whose swords are blowing in the breeze, eighty thousand miles away! No return date. It's just that all of this, in the end, is like a huge mountain, falling on the body of a young man. In this family that has experienced the ups and downs of honor and disgrace for three generations, and the decline of prosperity, what kind of fate has he been burdened with, and what kind of destiny does he have in this world where he can't distinguish between right and wrong, where grievances and hatreds are flashing swords. There are also battles over power in the temple, and debates over mental and ghost intrigues. Whether all of this is still a traditional martial arts. "But now, I am walking towards the high platform step by step, but behind me is an endless abyss. I have embraced the abyss, and it feels a bit cold, so cold that it makes people chill."