In a shattered and fallen world of immortals and gods, a jade scroll containing the secrets of immortality, a tragedy whose fate has already been written as a lament, and a pathetic, unlucky loser. "One golden elixir swallowed, I finally know my fate is in my own hands." In the world of dragons, Lu Mingfei sings a light song, behind him, 30,000 li of colorful clouds gather and disperse, like a vast, surging sea. He casually breaks off a branch of the Jianmu tree, bends down, and pokes Lu Mingze's face with it. "My dear brother, are you moved?" At that moment, Lu Mingze really wanted to grab fate by the collar, press it against its face, and ask, "You call this... a pathetic loser?!"