Pure Spirit on the Path to Immortality

Shen Yan, an orphan trembling in the ruined temple of Qingshi Town, never thought that his life would be related to the word "immortal". An unexpected snowfall made the elder of the Qingming Sect discover that there was a unique pure spiritual body hidden in his body - a spiritual treasure that could make the spiritual energy of heaven and earth obey. From the leaky incense table to the magnificent fairy gate, from the beggar eating frozen wheat cakes to the disciples holding swords in the snow, Shen Yan grasped every ounce of life, built a solid foundation in the sound of "Qingyuan Jue", and glimpsed the mystery in the fragments of the Sutra Pavilion. When he killed the Wolf King in Black Wind Ridge, he showed his talent for the first time; in the inner gate arena, he defeated the strong with the weak. But the pure spirit body is a God-given opportunity, and it is also the source of disaster. Coveting, plotting, and sectarian strife ensued one after another. Former classmates became mortal enemies, and well-intentioned helping hands concealed plots. When the spiritual energy surged like a tide in the meridians, and when the sword edge cut through the clouds and mist to see the true chapter, Shen Yan understood: the so-called immortal path is never as simple as absorbing spiritual energy. Should you follow the crowd and become someone else's pawn, or should you split the chaos and find your own way? The young man stood with his sword in hand, looking at the sea of clouds on the top of Qingming Mountain, with a light brighter than the stars in his eyes—— "I, Shen Yan, can only embark on my own journey to immortality."