Liu Qinghuan, a young boy, walked out of the chaos of war in the mortal world and entered the magnificent war of immortal cultivators.

Is it to stay aloof from the world, or to take responsibility?

Do you stay true to your original intention, or do you forget your true love?

Refine your heart with the world of mortals, and forget about eternal life.

“I don’t care about how people in this world live, whether they have enough to eat, whether they can wear warm clothes, whether they have dreams and hope. I don’t care about their likes and dislikes.”

“It’s just that if you want to go to the sky, you need a complete advanced industrial system, a set of related research institutes, the most advanced materials science laboratory, and a big government that can coordinate all departments. It needs countless people who don’t have to worry about food and clothing. Dedicating wealth for this requires millions of high-level intellectuals to contribute their minds, and tens of thousands of different supporting manufacturers supply the best parts.”

“In short, it takes a world of abundance, and a great civilization to accomplish it.”

— Ian

A world reborn from its ashes.

An era that is coming to an end.

A group of prisoners fighting for power and power in the land.

A young man staring at the sky.

Prisoners peered out of the window of fate, mostly gazing at the dirt.

Only one is looking up at the stars.

[The male protagonist is reborn, and the female protagonist travels through time]

Before his death, Emperor Tianhe recalled his life, from a humble man to the founding emperor. His great achievements were praised by the world.

In a trance, he looked at the virtuous queen, the beautiful concubines and the children kneeling on the ground crying, and sighed in his heart that this life was perfect.

But after his death, his soul was not taken away by the underworld, but stayed in the palace.

He saw himself being buried in a grand manner, saw the new emperor ascend the throne, and also saw... his queen.

He saw his queen in the bedroom saying to the new emperor: "Jin'er, I only hope that you will scatter my ashes into the sea after a hundred years. I have never been free in my life, and I only hope that my life will be perfect after death."

The new emperor looked difficult: "Mother, don't you want to be buried with your father?"

The queen smiled: "No."...

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...

The treacherous world of immortals and heroes in Boyun, the eternal grudges of the three mysterious demon clans, and what secrets are hidden in the ancient catastrophe?

The confrontation between the emerging revolutionaries and the conservative forces, the change of order and laws, where will all living beings go?

Heroes are vying for hegemony, princes are separatist, and heroes are rising together. What kind of sparks will burst out in the intertwining of power and might?

Please watch.

Tian Yuan Xian Ji.

My surname is Wu, and everyone calls me Xiao Wu.

Listen, brother, here are some of my experiences-

Don’t listen to what it says when you fight with the dragon, just fight until it dies;

It’s a little more troublesome to beat the goblin, it’s better not to let it see you, you have to shoot the black gun;

It’s a word to engage in orcs, naked!

If the devil dares to come to trouble, he will break his horns, and he will kneel;

Okay, I’m going to fight at the bar now, I’ll write more about the introduction when I get back

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.