Qingyun Mountain, Chaoyang Peak. Taiji Ping’s clouds dance in the sea of clouds, lying on the pine waves and listening to the waves of pine trees. Wherever the heart is at peace, it is the hometown! However, the great trend of Jiuzhou, the waves and clouds are treacherous, and all the gods, ghosts and demons all come out to stir up the wind and clouds. Feng Yi finally understood that good and evil are not just different positions in the camp. Eliminating demons and defending the way is not hypocritical. Where the Tao exists, there is no heed! It requires blood to practice! When the illusory characters in the memory turn into reality, the love, hate, and love in the world are all twists and turns. Feng Yi looked at the sun of the clouds, and the red sun was prosperous, and was stunned.