The Fire Will Never Burn

The Yuan Realm is vast, spanning 270,000 miles from east to west and 180,000 miles from north to south. In the middle, there are hundreds of thousands of mountains dividing the entire continent into the territories of humans and monsters. The territory of the human race is divided into five regions: east, south, west, north, and central. The mountains and rivers are intertwined, there are many sects, the dynasties are like stars, and the scattered cultivators are like dust. For thousands of years, human beings have thrived here, cultivating the Five Elements, understanding the Great Dao, and striving for destiny. The immortal gate is high in the clouds, the holy land overlooks all living beings, the mortal dynasty pays tribute year after year, and the monks at the bottom are struggling hard. In the eastern region, Jiuli and Nanshuo compete for supremacy, in the western region, there is Xuanzang who bathes in blood to quell demons, and in the central region, there are three holy places that uphold justice and bring order to chaos. It seems that the prosperous age stretches on and the immortal path is prosperous, but if someone stands on the nine heavens and overlooks the entire land, he can detect something extremely inconsistent. For thousands of years, monsters have appeared frequently, wars have raged, and geniuses have emerged in large numbers, but no one has broken the invisible barrier. The battle between good and evil goes back and forth, as if someone is secretly maintaining a chess game that will never end. All living beings in the world may compete for fame, seek profit, seek longevity, or protect their hometown. No one knows whether the world they are based on is intact. Is the way of heaven they believe in just? Is the Immortal Sect they admire so bright and beautiful on the surface? And in the most inconspicuous corner of this world - the far east of the Eastern Territory, Jiuli Dynasty, a small village on the southwest border, Qinghuai Village. An abandoned baby in swaddling clothes, with a dark pendant hanging around his neck, was picked up by an old teacher and carried back to the leaky private school. Since then, in the eternal chess game of the Yuan Realm, a chess piece that should not exist has quietly settled down.