Dark Immortal Remnant

In the morning light of Qinghe County, there was once a young man with a smile on his face. When Nangong Lingyu was fifteen years old, he clenched his fists and stepped into the ring. He won the ticket to the Immortal Sect with his lonesome courage, and he only wanted to protect his precarious family with his cultivation. When he took his cousin Nangong Xue on board the Tianyan Sect's flying boat, he saw his hometown shrinking into a black dot. He did not notice the calculating eyes behind him, nor did he understand his father's motto that "the human heart is more complicated than fists and feet." Before the journey to immortality begins, disaster will come first. The bad news of the family's destruction still lingers in his ears, and his most trusted cousin has already swung his sword at him. In the secret realm, his former classmates watched with cold eyes and abandoned him in a desperate situation. When the flesh and blood are chewed by the cold wind, when despair overflows the throat, endless evil thoughts and evil thoughts come in like a tide - not devouring, but merging. The kind-hearted young man who could help his old servant sweep the streets and didn't fight back when bullied was dead. Standing in the blood is the Supreme God of Killing with eyes burning with violence. Using bones as a blade and hatred as a guide, he crossed the mountains of corpses and seas of blood to cross the world of immortality, making all spirits tremble in front of the name "Nangong Lingyu". From the green fist shadow in Qingyang City, to the transformation of life and death in the secret realm, to the legend of the dark fairy that makes the immortal sect fearful. This is a practice about betrayal and rebirth, and it is also the answer written by a young man throughout his life: When the light is shattered, will he sink into the darkness, or will he defy the sky with his broken body?