Thousands of Souls Return Home at Night

When you are ignorant, the Three Nether Realms are just like the vast ocean you have never seen before, you are ignorant and fearless. When you begin to understand this bizarre world, the wind and clouds are treacherous, the trees and grass are full of soldiers. 80,000 Years ago, there was a great war between the gods and evil spirits, both sides suffered losses, and everyone was wiped out. And for the next 80,000 years, no matter how rough the waves, the wind, the rain, and the thousands of sails passing by, there will always be a moment of calm. However, there are always undercurrents surging in invisible places. The young man holding on to the Wu Ming Sword traveled through the three realms, trying to pierce the endless darkness with the long sword that shook the world in his hand. Eighty thousand years of loneliness are buried in the thousands of spirits floating around the three realms. The Nine Nethers move, a strange phenomenon is born, the heaven opens, and the three realms are shaken. A glimpse of the fairy in the clouds. The sky is vast and the stars are shining brightly. Who is the returner?