Ye Kong bent his back and panted feebly. He felt as if he had a huge weight all over him. It's like killing yourself every minute, every second.

Ye Kong quietly recalls every scene in the past. One monk is dying, and one monk is falling under the temptation of magic weapon, elixir and cultivation. All the things in my life are gone, leaving only one name. Many people don't even leave their names.

Ye Kong felt that his life was at a low ebb, which also set off countless climaxes, making him sway all the way on the fairy road. To live is not to be strong. It's that...