The rivers and lakes carry wine with swords, the waist is slender and the palm is light.

The young man carried a long knife on his shoulder, and hung wine on his waist, striding forward, but the rivers and lakes in his heart were vaguely visible.

Turning a page in the book of troubled times, the rivers and lakes have been raining nightly for decades.

Looking back suddenly, the world has been shattered.

All things are like dreams and bubbles.

All things in the world are nothing but a cataract in the eyes, a bubble in the water, a mirage in spring, and a dew in the morning, without reality.

And the immortality of thousands of generations is nothing but coming from the stars and returning to the stars.

Countless planes, billions of lives, immortals and mortals compete for a dream, aren't they also the shadows of their own six dusts falling?

Then what is the end of this time and space, the other side of the immortal road, the existence that truly transcends everything?

Changkong Realm, Yuanyang Sea.

A three-no cultivator who died tragically, with two souls, suddenly opened his eyes...