Qing Cang Lin

Heaven and earth are like furnaces, and everything is made of copper. The human world is vast, with numerous dynasties and thousands of sects. Mortals are like ants, and those who cultivate immortals are high above them. But the spiritual energy of this world is getting thinner and thinner, and every breakthrough is as difficult as climbing to the sky. There are fewer and fewer high-level monks. Countless people are trapped and die in front of the threshold of foundation building and elixir formation. Their life span is exhausted and turned into a handful of loess. When Ye Qingcang opened his eyes, there was only a blood-stained Imperial Spear in his hand, and behind him there was only the crumbling Ye family. "Since heaven and earth won't give you a way to survive, then I will find a way to survive." The demon clan can be accepted, as long as they are willing to be the Ye family's minions. The sect can be destroyed as long as it blocks the Ye family's way. The dynasty can be defeated as long as it takes over the Ye family's land. Wherever the Zundi Spear points, the luck of those who follow it will return, and the luck of those who go against it will be cut off. Hundreds of years later, when countless geniuses squeezed their heads to join the Ye family, Ye Qingcang only said four words - "Kneel down and talk."