A picture of the Eight Diagrams brings about storms and heavy rains.
A spell brings spring to dead trees and revives dying people.
With a shout, all the beasts in the mountains are frightened.
With a finger, the river flows backwards,
A mountain, a room,
Some people come from thousands of miles away to visit.
"As long as I can see my husband once, a million dollars is nothing!"
"I am willing to give away hundreds of millions of my family property and ask Sir to teach me how to practice!"
I am not a cultivator, I just want to be at ease in the mountains.
Wang Qian waved his hand, the clouds and mist surged, the mountains shook, and a huge mountain disappeared.
"This, this... And you are not a god!"
