The Human World Writes, the Fairy King Guards the Dust

Above the nine heavens, the strong wind is hunting, and the broken stars are like rain. There were once two figures standing side by side at the top of the world of cultivation. One was dressed like a blue cloud, and the other was as tall and tall as a pine tree standing in the snow. They were the envy of the whole world of life and death. The moment the rift in the alien world tore open, demonic energy surged into the sky and blood stained the galaxy. In order to protect the people behind him, that pine-like figure burned out his soul, shattered his immortal bones, and turned into a stream of light all over the sky. Only a ray of residual soul remained, which was sealed by the treasure and sank into reincarnation. As time goes by, the journey to immortality is long, and the survivors travel across the three realms, looking for a breath of reincarnation, just waiting for a reunion that spans life and death. And deep in the fireworks of the world, an ignorant young man is getting up from the cold, stepping on the wind and rain of mountains and rivers, step by step towards his destiny. Immortal and mortal, life and death, past life and present life, two lines that never seem to intersect will eventually become tightly intertwined in the ups and downs of troubled times. It is said that the human world writes and the immortal king keeps the dust.