Yuan Ming

This human world has a vast area with strange peaks and scenery, a large population, and a profound foundation. Why has no one ascended in thousands of years? Disasters suddenly arise and changes occur! The devil from heaven turns into a murderous god, and the evil from earth creates a grudge ghost! Ordinary people who are crying and struggling, princes who are drunk and dreaming of death, how can kingdoms and cities, large and small, maintain themselves in the face of such changes? Can a self-cultivation that has lost its direction still be able to defend Tao as its profession? If there is no hope of becoming an immortal, why does this power that escapes mortals exist? How can it exist? The long sword protrudes! The magical weapon flashes! Great formation of hidden light! "You ask, what is cultivation? What exactly do cultivators practice? If they finally leave the path of immortality, where will their cultivation and strength go? I am not a disaster, let alone a prophecy from the divine language. No matter what the hell you are! Fairies and demons! I'm still me! Immortals, demons, humans and emperors all have delusions, The journey on a broken ship is rough and turbulent! Carrying the sword and breaking the shackles, asking for freedom, I am a traveler between heaven and earth! ——