The world envied him for his immense opportunities and his rise to immortality in one step.
No one knows that what he buried was the warmth of his life, and what he died was the only one who protected the innocent.
From the day when Nianxu was fully opened, he could see into the minds of thousands of people.
The elders' desire for power, the jealousy of his fellow disciples, and the hypocrisy and festering that had been hidden deep within the Immortal Court for thousands of years were all invisible to him.
He is obedient, diligent and humble, does not fight or rob, and is a law-abiding disciple that everyone can trust.
There is a solitary bone inside that goes against the path, quietly watching the chess game, secretly accumulating strength, and looking down at the entire decadent fairy road with cold eyes.
Qingxiao is not a pure land, and the immortal sect is not a destination.
This is just a springboard for him to subvert the world.
The warmth of the old world is dead, and justice in the world is rotten.
From then on, Lu Chen turned his body into ruins, hid in the splendid fairy garden, went against the eternal false path, and fought for a way out for the silent dead in the world.
