Pingcheng Zhiyi

Impersonal heroism belongs to everyone. A story about a group of people, one article can tell the story of many people. —————————————————————— For more than two hundred years, Mr. Pingcheng has never been himself. As he said, no name, no surname, no place to come and no place to go. The young people of Xinzhou Continent have vaguely pursued many goals. They have also been used and misled when they were young and frivolous. In the end, they can only choose to be alone in the wind and rain, working hard in loneliness. Mr. Pingcheng's journey gradually converged with these young people. Cultivation? Cultivate people? Cultivation of mind? Or correct the future of Xinzhou. When they realized the true meaning of spiritual practice, fate pushed them and opened doors to the truth one after another. After the facts they had worked so hard to know were placed in front of them, they finally understood what the dilemma was. If I didn't know the truth at the beginning, would the ending be better?