Reform and Innovation in the World of Cultivation

"In the fourth year of Qiande, those who cross the river are like crucian carp crossing the river, but you and other monks are still stubborn and deceitful! You are like a blind rat." Picking clouds, eating dew, refining elixirs and drawing talismans, a group of white cultivators cast spells on the sky and earth to attract thunder and trap one person! Zhu Qing sneered and cut through the chasm with one sword. "Immortal sword?" "How can you recognize the plasma sword...!"