Please Let the World Rise

When he was nine years old, he opened the sea of ​​knowledge and saw that he was migrating southward for three hundred thousand miles. When he entered the Sun Moon Tower realm at the age of eighteen, it coincided with Jinghong Jiazi's change of rankings, and he defeated countless geniuses from the four worlds and climbed to the top of the list. In the thirty-sixth year of Emperor Fu's reign, on a bright day with fireflies on Gongzhu Mountain, he climbed the mountain and handed fists, like a god chiseling the sky. That year, he ascended to Jubei City, fought against the demon clan's number one genius, and won. This is the last poem in the world. That year, Shijue City was full of blue silk knots. Ten years ago, he recognized his ancestor and returned to the clan, became the youngest co-leader of Yanyun, and led half of the world to Fanjing Mountain to save his mother. Ten years later, while he was accompanying a caravan in confusion, he was robbed by rogue bandits from the Qingxiao and White Horse Alliance. "Can you teach me to forget my cultivation?" Sun Yansheng's face was full of sincerity. ... There are six pure and six turbid qi in the Dantian of heaven and earth. Zhenwu, Ziwei, Purity, Netherworld, Chaos, Yinghuo, Haoran, Xiantian Sword... All the Qi return to their origin, and the world will be prosperous!