You Yan Qing Ming

The true text has been shining brightly in the world for more than two hundred years. The deeds of making the sun and the moon assimilate to the true form and descending to the imperial ceremony have been silent in the jade slips of the Immortal Sect's Chuzhen Conferment, with few fresh thoughts to ask about it. Cang Ye, who had been dreaming a lot lately and had difficulty sleeping peacefully, woke up and heard distant and distant, sad and sad voices. Everything begins here.