A barely qualified cultivator, with almost nothing. A low-grade spiritual stone, hung up to watch the cultivator at the bottom. The path of life that can be seen at a glance, the cultivator who is cut off in front! It should be as small as a speck of dust, and as small as a weed. A short life! Because of a kindness and two life-and-death crises, I have the qualifications for a small struggle. The wind and sand, the years passing by the tip of the sword! The wind brings danger, and the sword is stained with red clouds! Other people's guide to cultivating immortals, ordinary and mundane Look up!