Mo Dao Xian Road

The path to immortality is hard to find. I lie down drunk and look at the world of mortals. I walk alone on the road and listen to the wonderful sounds. My sleeves are fluttering in the wind, which one is true, me or the Tao? When Jing'an was three years old, the world was in chaos and the people were in dire straits. Hungry corpses lie in the wilderness, vultures eat people by the roadside. A wandering Taoist priest picked up Jing'an among the corpses on the roadside and taught him how to read, digit, and practice martial arts. Suddenly, several years passed. As Jing'an grew up, he was unknowingly involved in a conspiracy that has lasted tens of thousands of years since the beginning of time...