Night Wind Listener

A thousand-year dynasty would inevitably face decay, and a hundred-year noble family would eventually return to dust.
What in this world could last forever?
Was it an Immortal Body, tempered a thousand times, or the Martial Arts will, in Heart Unity with heaven and earth?
Chen Mu came to this world, his sword in hand, and when he turned back at dusk, countless heroes and millennium-old Demons had all turned to dust, leaving only one person on the road paved with yellow sand.

Da Xuan Martial Saint

In the secluded depths of the mountains, a Daoist temple was situated halfway up the hill.


This temple did not appear very grand, and it seemed to attract few worshippers, but whether the halls or the door plaques, all were swept clean, free of any dust. The main gate's door plaque bore three large characters.


In the back courtyard of the temple, nestled beside an ancient pine tree, sat a middle-aged Taoist clad in a simple Taoist robe. He was astonishingly seated at the edge of a small branch that extended from the ancient pine.


A breeze passed by, causing the ancient pine to sway ever so slightly; its branches and leaves rustled, and the middle-aged Taoist also swayed with the pine, as light as a feather, as if he were an invisible entity.


Chapter 377 The Number One Grandmaster in the World