Xuanyuan Swallows the Sky Record

Lu Xuanyuan, a young man from the Lu clan in Hanjiang City, was supposed to make a splash at the clan festival, but his body was found to have withered veins and fell from the clouds into the dust. The former awe turned to ridicule, the engagement was spied on, and the father Silence and forbearance, the main pulse presses step by step. Everyone thought that his life was ruined, but Lu Xuanyuan refused to accept his fate. A near-death mutation allowed him to glimpse the ancient broken cauldron sleeping in his body, and also allowed him to see the hidden ancient cauldron. The buried truth reveals a cold corner. The lost spiritual veins, strange old cases, and the messengers from the Shangzong who came from afar all point to a dark network that has been laid out for a long time. In order to survive, and to get back what belongs to me His own thing, Lu Xuanyuan took the broken knife and took the first step on the rainy night of Hanjiang River. He has no prominent backer, no complete foundation, only a breath of anger that refuses to bow, and a figure whose origin is a mystery. Ding, and the ruthlessness to rise again in a desperate situation. Demonic beasts are rampant in Duanhun Ridge, the undercurrent of the Lu family is turbulent, and the Xuanyang Sect is superior. The strong determine their status based on their bloodline, and their life or death based on their talent. But Lu Xuanyuan He wants to fight his way out of the body of the abandoned veins, swallow blood, forge new veins, break the conspiracy, and kill powerful enemies. The Hanjiang City behind the young man is just a corner of troubled times; the mountains, sects, dynasties and Genggliao outside the city In the vast world, there are countless eyes waiting to see him fall. He will meet people who work side by side, and he will also face a colder knife and a deeper situation. Every choice may bring him closer to power, or it may bring him closer to power. It can push him to the abyss of no return. And no one knows whether the whisper coming from the cauldron is salvation or another trial of fate. And the cold night and wind and rain have arrived. Waiting for the old glory to decay