Lingxu Wuchen

In the past life, I worked hard in the mortal world, believing that hard work would help me settle down; in this life, I mistakenly entered the path of immortality, only to realize that the world is far crueler than I imagined. Fellow sects turn against each other, allies bully each other, and magnanimous people fall under the encirclement scheme. He abandoned the righteous path, lurked in the darkness to rebuild his foundation, established himself with wisdom, and moved forward with forbearance. The practice system in this world follows rules and regulations: low-level monks cannot control the air, and a large gap in realm can activate coercion. Everyone knows the way to survive - do your best when fighting, retreat immediately if you lose, destroy your property in times of crisis, and never leave any clues. For thousands of years, countless strong men have stopped at the peak of the Demon Infant, only because of layers of greed, hatred, and vanity, and no one can truly let go. The rumored state of thought is the elusive end point for all monks. It does not grant tyrannical power or supreme authority. The only test is whether one can reconcile with oneself. When all grudges were wiped out, he lived in seclusion in the mountains and looked at the world below the mountains every day: the fight never stopped, and the obsession never dissipated. Over the course of two lives, he went from clinging to survival and clinging to hatred to finally letting go of his ties. It turns out that the road to immortality is long, and what is cultivated is never the physical body with magic power, but a heart that has gone through thousands of sails and finally achieved complete enlightenment. When you reach the end of the journey, one thought will be clear, and all the things that have passed by you are all dust.