Xu Zimo, clad in white, resembled freshly fallen snow. His hair danced with the cold wind, and his eyes were deep and boundless.,This body was so frail, it was almost unimaginable. He was certain he had returned to the age of fifteen, just the day he was about to begin his cultivation.,Ordinary Realm, Spirit Meridian, Condensing Meridian, True Meridian, Void Meridian, Venerable Meridian, Emperor Meridian, Saint Meridian, Divine Meridian.。