Human Taoist: the Path to Immortality

Wudang Mountain Xuanqing Temple, twenty-eight years of bells and morning dew. He hung the Seven-Star Sword on his waist, read "Nanhua", and refined the inner elixir - his master was still alive and his junior brother was still young. He thought that his life would end here. Until that space turbulence. When I woke up, it was another sky, another moon, another group of monks—— He entered the path of immortality alone, with only an ancestral Taoist sword, a martial arts background, and a gourd of unknown origin around his waist. ——Wherever the Tao is, even if there are tens of thousands of people, I will go there.