One thought breaks the sky, and one hand picks up the stars. The path of spiritual practice is doomed to be riddled with mountains of bones. All saints shed blood, gods and demons disappeared, just for that wispy imperial path. In an ordinary wooden house in Qinglin City, Zhuo County, Yan State, a fourteen-year-old scholar was studying hard. He was preparing for the upcoming provincial examination, but he never imagined what kind of mysterious and strange path he would embark on in the future.
