The waste wind is desolate, and the remaining leaves roll through the dilapidated courtyard with Qingmu Gate.
The young man Han Qiang knelt on the bluestone ground, and the hot old wound on his chest was torn slightly.
"The fire veins are all gone, the spiritual roots are cut off, Han Qiang, you are the biggest waste of the Qingming Sect in a hundred years!"
The cold voice of the outer elder was like ice, hitting the young man's heart.
Three years ago, he was a once-in-a-hundred-year-old fire wizard in the sect. His fire veins reached the sky and he was compatible with all fires.
But overnight, the fire veins collapsed, the fire was drawn out, and the cultivation base was completely dispersed.
From then on, he was known as a good-for-nothing.
No one knew that deep in his broken Dantian, there was sleeping a wisp of void ancestral fire that could burn all the heavens.
No one knows that one day in the future, this useless person who has been trampled by the world will be in charge of strange fires, refine elixirs and become gods, and fight against the Nine Heavens.
No one knew that above the clouds and at the top of the thunder field, there was a frost-covered woman who had been destined to be with him for a long time.
Her name is Shuangsi.
Aloof and cold, thunder strikes the heavens.
His name is Hanqiang.
Born from burning fire, it defies the sky.
