Re-Walking the Reincarnation of Immortality

The boundless Xuanzhou, the land of immortals that has lasted for thousands of years, has long lost its former splendor at this moment. The spiritual veins of mountains and rivers are drying up, the fairy peaks shrouded in clouds and mist in the past have lost their aura, the vegetation has withered, the spiritual springs have dried up, and the thin spiritual energy between heaven and earth has almost disappeared. The entire world of cultivating immortals is slowly heading toward collapse. Ling Xuan stood on the top of the nine-sky sea of ​​clouds, dressed in white as snow, with the rich Taoist charm that belonged to the best monk in the world flowing around him. He is recognized as the number one person in the world. He is only the last thin layer away from the realm of divine transformation. He should have reached the pinnacle of cultivation in this world and be worshiped by thousands of sects. But now, he frowned, looking down at the desolate land, and his heart felt heavy.