In the Holy Martial Continent, martial arts are prosperous. The peak is the saint. Time is like a wave, and the heroes are eliminated. Only the name of the saint will last forever. Like a summer night, everything is silent, and the stars twinkle and light up the night sky. In the small cracked rock city, the life of the young Chutian was lit up. Since then, he has reached the peak. The pinnacle of martial arts is holy, and the holy one is like Xingwu.