A sword holds up the sky, and the lonely moon hangs high. The young man floats and sinks in the prosperous age, and finally climbs to the summit, overlooking the nine heavens. Flipping his hands can form clouds, turning palms can turn rain, fists can split stars, and one finger can open the sky. The sky... But I can't understand why the blue moon in the sky is not cloudy, sunny, round and waning... I don't understand why it becomes a luxury to hold Zicheng's hand and talk to Zicheng... (PS: No. One, the protagonist is not playful, it’s just Xiao Mo who is playful; second, the most immortal gods can be killed with one knife, and they can’t be level 999! Book friends: 784649190)