The altar's light suddenly rose, and the moment Tianwen stepped into the crack, the crashing sounds of the pursuers outside the door were like drums. Elder Xuan Gui and several other insiders grasped the sealing talisman in their sleeves and opened the space-time channel... The halo swallowed up the figures of Tianwen, one person and two birds. The last glimpse of Tian Wen in the fairy world was the shadow of the rigid rules of the Sheng Mo Sect and the encirclement of the heavenly net. Along the way, Tianwen tried the shortcut of cultivating immortality through debt, but was drained of his cultivation. He returned to the Shengmo Sect where he had just entered the immortal world, only to find that his old place had become a rigid and involuntarily prison. Until the magic weapon of his life was completely lost and Xihe's net suddenly tightened, he used a lie he told in the past as a raft to go back to the lower world and never left. The turbid air of the spiritual world blows on our faces, and the road returns to desolation. But Tian Wen, who had lost everything, actually felt somewhat at ease - perhaps only the tree that grew out of the dust could afford true cultivation...
