Xuanhuang Daozong

The roots are in the stone marrow, and the veins are buried deep in the spine of the mountain. Breathe in the morning and dusk, and refine the Qi and pulse of the universe. The furnace is warm and the fire is on the ground, and the vicissitudes of a hundred years have condensed into me. Stepping on the green moss, we can live together with the rocks and pines for eternity. How difficult is it to run a sect seriously without any system, refuse to be brainless? Does cultivation really mean being evil, or does it mean that chivalry lasts forever? Maybe the world is complicated, but we must always be down-to-earth and move forward step by step. If you want to write a story about a sect, let's start with the Xuanhuang Sect!