A young man lived in a world of vast mountains and vast seas, a world where immortality flourished and prospered. Ancient magical powers coexisted with brand-new immortality, and all races sought a new path together. In this turbulent era, the young man longed for love and pursued beautiful women, until he finally realized that he was always alone. After a profound enlightenment, the young man wielded his sword of wisdom, severed his nine hundred and ninety-nine ties, and moved forward with grace. That day, plum blossoms bloomed like snow, and the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" appeared. Then, the young man discovered that he had more than nine hundred and ninety-nine ties... Follow Mianbao on Weibo at http://t.qq.com/fmianbao and email [email protected]. Everyone is welcome.

Seek your own path, keep searching, and you'll find the way of humanity. Water and mountains may be crossed, but the path remains. May Heaven never grow old, and may my hometown forever be well. I see only green mountains, yet everywhere they are pierced by rain and wind. The road to my hometown seems endless. The Way of the Taoist, the Way of the Gods—I seek the way of humanity myself. Demons and monsters all claim to be good, but the winds howl and thunder roars, heaven and earth waile and ghosts cry. Why has the once beautiful land become a sea of ​​blood? The road to my hometown seems like a road of no return. I ask humanity, where can I find the Way? (Although this has been used before, I'll still use it to feel appropriate.)