The Way to Enlightenment

The last years of Daheng. The path to immortality collapsed, the royal power was delusional, the killings in the nine states continued, and there was no longer an inch of peaceful land in the world. The secrets of ancient times are hidden among the clouds and mists in Cangshan Mountain in the southwest. Qingwu Valley inherits the Shennong Taoist tradition, safeguards eternal vitality, and is isolated from the world of mortals by the Hongmeng barrier. For thousands of years, countless emperors and immortals have searched through mountains and rivers, but in the end there is no trace left, leaving only a longing for immortality that has lingered through the ages. Shen Qingyuan, a young man in the valley, has lived in the sea of ​​clouds and vegetation for fifteen years, unstained by the dust of the world. He doesn't know people's greed and anger, and he doesn't understand the dangers of the world. He just thinks that the cool breeze in the valley will last forever, and his hometown will be safe year after year. But the great road of heaven and earth is never easy and smooth. A late spring dog hunt, an unintentional crossing of the border, gently shook the solid barriers of the thousand-year-old valley. The greed, delusion and murderous intentions lurking in the dark came in response. One night, the wind fell, the fairy ruins collapsed, the fireworks were shattered, and the sea of ​​blood swallowed up the gentle years. His close relatives were martyred, and his bloodline continued the family lineage. He fell into the coldest abyss in the world. After that, he was imprisoned in a poisonous prison, his bones were quenched in ecstasy, and life and death were repeatedly torn apart. In a desperate situation, he lived against his fate. Someone broke the situation for him and rebelled against his fate, and he was trapped in the prison of fate; Some people slaughter all the people for the treasure and do whatever it takes. False immortals cover the road, royal power is a cage, the wilderness is like a chess game, and all living beings are children. I was a childish child in the past, and now I am alone in the abyss, traveling through the ups and downs of troubled times. One thought arises, one thought dies. One step to the abyss, one step to the road. His journey of life and death to enlightenment began from this point on.