Nanshan, located in the south of the Nine Secluded Realm, is surrounded by mountains and mountains, green trees, straight into the sky, vast and boundless.

At this time, it is the hot summer of June, there are no clouds, and the light is sprinkled into Nanshan, which illuminates the clouds and misty Nanshan very colorfully, like a fairyland on earth.

There is a great river in the mountain range, rushing down, turning into countless branches, flowing to different places. Looking down, like a giant tree, rising from the ground, you can't see the end clearly, and you don't know the source. It is only known that on both sides of the river, many tribal villages and cities are built along the river and built against the mountains.

The tributaries are gentle and tranquil, nourishing every piece of land near Namsan Mountain. The majestic Nanming City, the Yunshang Village, which is close to the green tree village and surrounded by smoke, is full of vitality.

Except for those boatmen paddling, humming folk songs, and casting nets to fish, which will bring a trace of ripples, more often than not, the tributaries are more like a mirror, shining people very brightly and thoroughly, as if they can see through them and see into their hearts...... From a distance, it is like a giant dragon, entrenched in the mountains, guarding Nanshan.

Nanming City is surrounded by mountains and rivers, the city wall is made of marble, hard and thick, the weather is strict, and it is intimidating to look at. The city is full of high-rise buildings, bustling markets, and the lights are dim at night, and it is very lively.

Not far from Nanming City, there is a village called Yunshang, before this day, the villagers there were still running around and toiling for tomorrow's life, leading cattle, plowing the fields, driving sheep, singing mountain songs, and not asking about the world. But now, the village is full of smoke, and the burned wooden houses are still making a 'crunch' sound. All the people of the villages were relocated, or rather, captured.

They were taken to Nanming City......

The large-scale Nanming City is majestic under the blue sky and white clouds, exuding the compelling spirit and majesty of the city's rulers. The guards patrolling the city all looked solemn, their eyes were like torches, they looked directly at the people like grass mustard, and the bandits were like ants.

Suddenly, there was a loud sound of chains in the city, and when I looked around, there were villagers with chains on their feet, led by a group of guards, walking towards another city gate. They wailed, but more often than not, sobbing in low voices.

The leader was a guard on horseback, who was supposed to be a soldier or something. He was wearing silver-white armor, and the badge on his chest shone brightly, which was very dazzling.

He walked forward without slowing down, his body swaying slightly with the movement of the horse. He stared ahead, completely oblivious to the people around him. It was not until he came to another gate that he stopped, rose into the air, and stood firmly on the ground, like a pine, motionless.

At this time, the guard in front of the city gate quickly ran over, knelt down on one knee, bowed with a fist, and said, "General! ”

"After the strong man untied the anklet, the strong man took it to the battlefield. The emaciated ones are taken to various mines for mining. Babies and those under the age of 10 should be taken to the pharmacist. As for the women, they should be brought and sacrificed. ”

As the words fell, the man known as the general walked straight into the city gate without looking back.

It is often heard that in the depths of Nanshan, there are many people who do not care about the world, and they are dedicated to the Tao, from one to nine times of gathering qi, one to nine times of transformation, and breaking through the realm after turning into gods. There are also some people who are at the peak of the Tao, who have insight into the heavens, break through the best of life, and become immortals.

In the depths of this South Mountain, there is a special high mountain, which is shrouded in clouds and mist all the year round, and the shape of the mountain cannot be seen, and ordinary people can not climb it, so they can only look at it and sigh, which is very mysterious. There is an antique Taoist temple in the mountain, and there is a sense of solemnity when you look at it. After a certain period of silence, a bell will ring.

At this time, on the top of this mountain, there is a man dressed in white, about forty, the clouds are light and the breeze is clear, his eyes are dewy, and the imprint between his eyebrows is like a flame, which makes people look at it with a sense of difference.

He looked into the distance, as if he could see through the clouds and mist, the half-dug mountain, on which the miners wielded their hammers. The miners wore anklets, numbering hundreds, and around them were soldiers wearing weapons and armor, monitoring the construction.

This person shook his head, and his calm expression showed the slightest helplessness: "Without cultivating the wisdom root, it is a mortal fetus." Every one who is born dies. Even though I am helpless, but the sect is not allowed to meddle in the affairs of life and death in the mortal world, all I can do is to send the blue sky, bring dark clouds, turn into rain, break through the hills, and listen to life and death. ”

With a wave of his sleeves, this person had a lot of wind in his sleeves, and a gust of wind came out of his sleeves, turning into fluctuations, and when he rushed into the sky, dark clouds gathered. Immediately, he looked farther away, then slowly closed his eyes.

Farther away, is the north of the Nine Shadows, where it is called the Northern Wilderness.