The World Is Not Worthy of My Pure Whiteness

Chen Yuan was born with mundane grass roots, no spiritual roots, no bloodline, and no immortal fate. He is a three-in-one body that everyone in the Qingxuan Sect despises. Only the saint Su Qinghan could see through his great perseverance, great patience and unchanging original intention hidden in the mud, and she protected him alone for several years. The old way of heaven solidified classes, and the powerful regarded the ants at the bottom as stupid dogs. In order to kill this fate-defying variable, Heaven sent down an unexplainable catastrophe of death. In a desperate situation, Su Qinghan burned out his soul and died as a martyr, and thousands of remaining souls were scattered in the sky. The beloved dies, and a sea of ​​blood stretches across the road ahead. Chenyuan has never fallen into the violent demonic path, nor has he abandoned the common people. He traveled alone throughout the ages and worlds, and with his long-term forbearance and undying true heart, he made acquaintances with a group of comrades who were oppressed by the law of heaven. Everyone travels together, breaking into restricted areas, defeating hegemony, searching for residual souls, and reversing life and death. After narrowly avoiding death, Chen Yuan defied heaven and broke the law of life and death and brought back Su Qinghan. In the past, he was protected by a glimmer of light; now, he holds the road in his hands, takes his true love and his best friends side by side, and overthrows the decadent law of heaven where the weak prey on the strong. I rise from the dust, endure the wind and snow for eternity, and keep an inch of my original intention. This life is not for the sole purpose of respecting all the heavens, but for the purpose of holding up a piece of heaven and earth and protecting all the weak in the world.