The Remaining Body

Under the desolate sky, only the branches of the past are withered; in the troubled times, all the lights of thousands of houses are like fireflies. Shan Wuyuan walked the world alone, expecting nothing more than a little bit of happiness, but "tribulation" came again, disaster appeared, and it was difficult to find a way forward. When the spark of death is first ignited, mortals and practitioners are nothing but firewood, possessed by countless tribulations. How can they maintain their true nature?