Green Inkstone Dyed Xuan

Fourteen-year-old Shen Yan was a gentle scholar envied by everyone in Qingxi Town. He won the first prize in the state literary award for his song "A Journey to Qingxi". He returned home full of joy, but only saw blood all over his house and the cold corpses of his parents. An ancestral stone inkstone that was stained with blood and activated turned out to be an ancient immortal weapon, the Immortal Luck Cauldron. It was this square cauldron that brought about the annihilation of the Shen family. The spiritual energy of the Xuanku Realm has declined, mortals are like sluts, spiritual cultivation and physical cultivation have been at odds for thousands of years, and evil spirits in the Demonic Realm are watching. The young man who used to write about innocence put away all his tenderness once he entered this world of cannibalistic immortality. He is Mr. Mo, the alchemy master who only recognizes spiritual stones but not people, Han Renke, a ruthless lone killer, and Qing Yanke, a reclusive layman who reposes his soul with poems. The three vests straddle the paths of good and evil, and fellow cultivators of the divine body resume the ancient orthodoxy and embark on a path of revenge in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. He didn't believe in the way of heaven or the sect. He only recognized the knife in his hand and the cauldron in his arms. He was only moved by the beam of light that broke through his frozen world. Su Qinghan, the first genius of the Qingxiao Sword Sect, masters the sword of Karma, dares to love, hates, and is passionate and sincere. The more he dodges, the closer she gets; he pushes her away a hundred times, and she walks towards him a hundred and one times. An unexplainable death, an involuntary separation, a sacrifice that cuts off fate with one sword. When the world-destroying demonic calamity swept through the Xuanku Realm, he single-handedly determined the world, but only held the sleeping person in his arms, vowing to travel through thousands of realms to find a trace of her remnant soul. The green inkstone is dyed with mysterious frost, and the child's sharp edge is broken. Along the way, he avenged his blood, protected the common people, and finally found his only light.