Hong Daozun

The sword is like a life string, I came out of nowhere. The starry sky is vast, and there are thousands of races. Mo Hong breaks free from the shackles of death in the universe, breaks and then stands. ... In the year 1456 of the Virtual Solar Calendar, a majestic green-robed figure stood in the sky, looking up at a small star tens of thousands of light years away. He was no longer the same person as before.