In the old era of 1999, thousands of amazingly talented cultivators were shot down from the clouds one by one by the heavenly thunder and fell straight into the deep valley.

After all, the end of the world cannot be stopped by manpower. One practitioner after another who tried to escape and ascend to heaven confirmed with his charred body that it was all life in the world that was about to be destroyed, and there were no exceptions this time.

Countless people in the world wept bitterly, watching the canopy of heaven gradually collapse, and the waves of the whole world swelled.

In a certain ancient city, the man in white who stood solemnly finally sighed.

"Mr. Gong, we really can't survive this calamity?" asked a certain prince who was at the top of the world's power. The faces of the monarchs or powers standing on the sidelines were dim, and their ultimate hopes seemed to have been dashed.

Gong Lingyu, the well-deserved number one person in the world, shook his head slowly, "Heaven is going to die in my human race." If you want to stop it, unless there is a cultivator in the Immortal Realm who is willing to resist it, in order to make up for the Heavenly Dao cause and effect......" he was silent when he said this. Not to mention that for thousands of years, no cultivator in the world has ever stepped into the far-reaching realm of the legendary omnipotence, transcending reincarnation, and living with heaven and earth, even if anyone can do it, how can they willingly die for the sake of this world? This has no responsibility or obligation, and in the face of such an end time, they may have already chosen to fly to the new world. Even if the future is uncertain, it is better than waiting for destruction under the canopy.

In despair, they went their separate ways, deciding to spend the last short period of their lives in various ways.

Maybe in the torrent of time, this era of human beings is not very long, and it is not very exciting, but there is still a person like Gong Lingyu who can look down on the crowd and turn over the river and the sea. He thought that he had touched the threshold of the gods, but it was a pity that the heavens were unwilling to give him another thousand years.

Heaven and earth are one, all things are gone, and this history is fleeting...... Many years after that.

When the endless verdant landscape once again covered the world, certain figures gradually appeared from all corners of the continent, step by step to the top of the food chain in the struggle with nature.

Another hundred years.

A bloody emperor decided to set the day of his domination of the world as the first year of the era, but was mercilessly reprimanded by a mysterious old man who suddenly appeared in the court in front of countless ministers.

According to historical records, it was the first time that a practitioner appeared in the field of vision of mortals.

The scrawny "Enlightened One" gave a point in time that was so precise that there was nowhere to question it, saying that it was the real first year, the day of the full recovery of the human race. Then a huge secret was revealed to the world - there was another life that ruled the world before this era, but for some reason it became extinct, leaving only countless clues that would be of great benefit to the practitioners, and then history began to repeat itself......

After the old man casually showed his terrifying strength to subvert common sense, the world recognized the existence of the old era and the transcendent status of the cultivator.

But after that day, the mysterious old man left people's sight again, and continued to explore along the remaining clues in the world, and finally walked into a prosperous new city.

When the first great unified empire fell apart and the world fell into war again, a certain holy place called Qingcheng Martial Arts broke into the annals of history.

Since then, a frenzy of practice has been triggered. One sect after another, large and small, was established, and many enlightened people became famous.

In the nine hundred and seventy-sixth year of the new era, the Qingcheng martial arts family Gong family gave birth to a baby, who did not cry or make trouble, was extremely intelligent, talented, and was carefully cultivated by the family, and was regarded as the future master of the palace family.

When he was ten years old, this young man from the palace family, who had always been in the limelight, met Li Chun, the dean of the Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy, who had just come out of the customs and came to visit because of an old matter.

Dean Li Chun, who had already been famous all over the world, looked at this handsome-looking young man very casually, stopped on his feet, and was stunned for a long time.

The young man had just finished practicing a set of family heirlooms, and stood in the middle of the empty martial arts hall with his eyes closed to breathe and recuperate. After dozens of breaths, he opened his eyes and saw a white-bearded old man with immortal wind bones appear in front of him at some point, and asked amiably: "Would you like to enter my Qingcheng Martial Academy and be my Li Chun's closed disciple?"

Under the smile on the old man's face, the young man remembered his identity and status, hesitated for a moment, and then replied very seriously: "I have no interest in martial arts, I only learn martial arts to repay the love of the family. You have a lot of experience, do you know if there is another way?"

The old man's smile suddenly stiffened, and after a long silence, he seemed to have finally figured it out, sat cross-legged, and said warmly: "Young man, do you want to soar to the sky, to achieve immortality, or to cultivate the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth?"

The ten-year-old boy bowed politely: "I just want to go outside and have a look." ”

Of course, outside does not refer to outside the martial arts, outside the city, or outside the country. Li Chun, who chose to paint the ground as a prison for hundreds of years in order to prolong his life, certainly understood the true meaning of the boy's words, but he did not think it was whimsical, and the answer he received seemed to be expected.

"Good. The white-bearded old man, who can be called the first person today, laughed a few times, and said to the young man named Gong Lingyu: "If this is the case, there is no hope of following me; ”

The boy bowed down sincerely in thanks.

Soon after, the head of the Tianbei Sword Sect accepted a personal disciple and carefully guided him for many days. His gentleness and elegance have been well received by his fellow disciples. There were many high-level disciples who tried to compete with him, and the young man gladly coped with it, and then defeated him with one sword, and every competition was the same.

A long-famous disciple of the head of the Wang family returned to the mountain gate after his trip to the rivers and lakes, and after seeing the young man, he talked with him very happily and hated each other, and drank bitterly for three days until he was drunk. The young man listened patiently to his nonsense, and when he finally learned of his heart, he tried to enlighten him with words, but to no avail, so he resolutely and resolutely instigated him to go down the mountain and go straight to the infamous evil leader Wu En Sect Altar.

Besieged by dozens of top masters of the evil realm, the intruder is in danger and could die here at any time. Gong Lingyu, a young man in white who was not well-known, gritted his teeth and looked at the plainly dressed silver-haired old man standing in the distance in the defense of his senior brother's sword domain, and took the lead in speaking: "I brought a sword from Tianbei, are you willing to risk yourself?"

Laughter erupted, and the Archbishop of Wu'en Sect said with a little sarcasm: "I have taken a lot of Tianbei's swords over the years, and Wang Liangsi is not sure that he can keep me, just rely on you?"

The old man took a step, his long hair flying like a silver snake: "Come on, come on......"

Then Gong Lingyu walked out of the sword domain, and the sword light without any fancy was fleeting.

The old man's silver hair was neatly cut in half, and the other half was scattered in the wind in the eyes of the stunned crowd......

After that, the closed disciples of the head of Tianbei and the archbishop of Wuenmen started a discussion on an equal footing.

Since then, the name of Gongling Jade has resounded all over the world, and that senior brother has successfully married a princess who has already fallen in love.

In the following ten years, whenever a practitioner mentioned the theory of good and evil, he would be deeply touched by Gong Lingyu's words.

"Heaven is ruthless, and nature is ungraceful. How can the Qingcheng of Tianbei cut off the dust, how can the genus of Taoist Zen Buddhism break off lust, and why do the evil sects and crooked ways be unscrupulous......" The young man who was meditating lowered his eyes and slowly said the words that were rebellious but contained in the Great Dao, "Cultivation follows its own path, and naturally each has its own success." The boring battle between the superior and the inferior has been discussed for nearly a thousand years, but there is still a distinction between the high and the low?"

After returning to Tianbei, Wang Liangsi looked at the two young disciples who were saluting with expressionless faces, wanting to expel Gong Lingyu's senior brother from the mountain gate.

The senior brother knelt on the ground and bowed, but this time Gong Lingyu stood aside without saying a word, and the surrounding elders and disciples also looked solemn.

"Do you regret the lack of help for the unenlightened?" asked the head of the king.

"It's just a matter of conspiring with each other. The senior brother replied with a smile, "Back then, I thought I didn't agree with your ideas, so I went out of the mountain gate to fight the sword world for nearly a hundred years, and drew my sword when I saw injustice, drew my sword when I saw demons and monsters, and drew my sword when I saw the strong people in the world...... Now that he has returned with a beauty, he has never regretted it. This is my sword, mellow as ever, how can I ever fail?"

On that day, in the silence of the different expressions of everyone in the Sword Sect, the head slowly smiled, "Good!"

Lovers eventually became married, and many versions of the story began to circulate in the world.

But compared to the chivalrous deeds of the senior brother for so long, Gong Lingyu rarely sees unevenness. Not being seen does not mean that it does not exist, but it cannot remain in the eyes of the teenager. He had studied for a few years, studied martial arts for a few years, and cultivated swords for a few years, and all he had seen was his Tao.

One day, a Confucian eminent visited Tianbei, saying that this time he was a close disciple of the head of the king's sect, and wanted to invite him into the Confucian palace to discuss the fetters involved in learning and practice.

After sitting and talking for more than ten days, Gong Lingyu gained the admiration and favor of many Confucian talents, and was given the title of "saint" by the master of the palace at the time of parting, but politely declined.

Taoism and Buddhism were not far behind, and took turns to invite Gong Lingyu to add luck to their own sect, and the young man did not refuse.

The abbot of Kuhai Temple claimed that Gongling Jade was the reincarnation of the immortals, which was an explanation to the practitioners of the world for their unreasonable transgressions.

Since then, this teenager has become the leader and focus of the younger generation.

But Gong Lingyu has no sense of fame, and he has never been arrogant, and has always been extremely low-key.

What he cultivates is that there is no depression in his heart, and a pure innate true qi swims through all the acupuncture points in his body, and then the dust returns to the dust.

He had condensed on the main peak of Tianbei for several days, and he had used all his strength to unleash a sword, and in the exclamation of countless people, he tore through the sea of clouds that had shrouded the Tianbei Mountain Range for hundreds of years.

One day...... Gong Lingyu raised his head, his gaze touched the distant canopy, an obsession that had existed since the day of birth had not been broken for a moment—that was his life, and it was also his fate.