I Won't Dream of Cultivating a Ghost Fairy

Red maples can be smelled thousands of miles away, and waves chase the dusk. The flaming star is just a drop, and the horn of the snail is the universe. All the great roads are destined to be numbered, and the immortals will fight endlessly. Walking without fighting is like an ant, practicing like a dog with white bones and withered bones. Tang Chuan obtained the altar, practiced in the dream world, controlled the soul and realized the way, conquered the flame star, competed with Miao Miao, all the hands of the world were destroyed, the prehistoric immortals retreated, and ended up with a terrible reputation! The majestic wind sweeps through the nine heavens, and there is no human habitation for thousands of miles. The Taoist ancestor is planning, and the heavens will sleep on their own!