The heavens are full of energy, and the three realms are foggy.
Before eternity, there was the Qi of the great road that transformed the heaven and the earth. The pure ones rose up to become the stars in the sky, while the turbid ones sank into the Nine Netherworld and Yellow Springs. And in between was the Cangwu of the mortal realm that had been born and died for hundreds of millions of years.
In Cangwu Continent, it has been more than a thousand years since the Taoist system collapsed.
The seven Taoist sects that suppressed the world in the past were either annihilated in the flames of war, or fell into evil ways, or were hidden in the mountains. Only the mottled talismans among the broken walls and ruins were left, silently telling the glorious past of "my Taoism is prosperous".
In today's Cangwu, demonic flames are blazing and evil disasters are rampant. Mortals live in troubled times, and their lives are like grass and grass, living and dying. Occasionally there are monks alive, but most of them are casual cultivators in Jijiyingying, guarding the incomplete skills and licking the meager opportunities for practice on the tip of the knife.
No one remembers that the origin of Tao was once as bright as the sun and the moon; no one knows that in a corner of this dark and chaotic world, a broken lamp quietly lights up among the piles of ancient scrolls.
