Casting the Cauldron of the Heavens, the Era of Chinese Immortal Cultivation

I was once an emperor, and there were tens of thousands of beacons hidden in the moss-covered palace palace, but I couldn't hold on to even a ray of vitality;​ I am also a beggar, with a broken bowl filled with frost and snow, my quail clothes wrapped in the cold wind, my body has nothing, only a little Taoist heart burning in my bones and blood.​ In hundreds of reincarnations, I have tasted the greasy taste of Zhumen's wine and meat, and swallowed the bitterness of being frozen to death on the way; I have seen the warmth of flowers and brocade, and also experienced the coldness of people walking in the cold tea, chewing up all kinds of tastes, just to find the ethereal fairy road.​ Until my best friend's sword pierced my chest, the cold light was still stained with the warm wine we drank together in the past; until my senior sister burned the last ray of my origin into a light shield to protect me, I still read "Don't forget to find the immortal" on my lips when my soul died.​ The moment when blood and fire burned away all illusions, I held the cold edge of Taixiao Sword at the end of reincarnation. The sword screamed and split the sky, and I returned to this world where spiritual energy was revived.​ This time, spiritual energy surged across the mountains and rivers, and gods and demons stepped from the abyss into the sky. I, Li Xunxian, point my sword at the sky and draw out only one sword:​ Seek justice for the martyred comrades, mend a crack in the sky for the broken mountains and rivers, and open a road to the sky for the eternal immortal way that has been hidden for hundreds of generations!​