A Glimpse into Xuanmen

On the day his father passed away, Wu Yunzhao was still catching dragonflies in the back mountain. Twenty-three people from Mingxia Temple knelt in front of the mourning hall and recommended him to be the leader of the temple. He was sixteen years old and had not even survived the tribulation. The person sent from the headquarters said - this position should not be yours. A sword, a ruined temple, a group of invisible people. Starting from the smallest corner of the world's largest sect, every old thing he touches tells the buried truth. My father's death is not the end of his life. In the shadow of the righteous path, there is a darkness deeper than evil cultivation.