Five Realms Return to Ruins

There was a well in his Dantian that swallowed his spiritual energy for seventeen years. It took others three years to condense their energy, but it took him ten years to reach the threshold. The Taixu Sword Sect is the most useless piece of trash, even the sparrows from Qingfeng Peak are unwilling to poop on top of his head. When I was seventeen, the well moved. It's not about continuing to swallow - it's about pushing out. From then on, Lin Jiuyuan embarked on a road that no one had ever walked before: He did not need a sword to receive the sword intent of the fairy world, conquered the blood slaves of the demon world with a bowl of porridge, knocked the prison cage of the demon world from the inside out, waded over and back to the river of forgetfulness in the ghost world, and stood outside the door of the sea of ​​stars in the god world and asked - "Who locked the door?" Three hundred years later, he came back. Not coming back for revenge. I came back to complete what Taoist Lao Huai didn't finish - "After stepping into the sky, you will understand: the strongest thing is not to kill, but to stay."