Li Binsheng lives in a small village called "Shiwa Village" deep in the mist-shrouded Qingfeng Mountains. The village is close to mountains and rivers. Although it is remote and has inconvenient transportation, the few acres of thin fields passed down from ancestors can always produce enough food in good weather years, allowing the villagers to live a peaceful and self-sufficient life of working at sunrise and resting at sunset. However, there are unforeseen circumstances. Since about five years ago, the sky in Shiwa Village seems to have been covered by an invisible hand, and no decent drop of rain has fallen. In just five years, Li Bin was the only one left in Shiwa Village, which once had a population of more than a hundred. He is no longer the sturdy young man. He is sallow and skinny, his clothes are ragged, and every breath carries the smell of dust. Relatives, neighbors... All the familiar faces fell before his eyes and turned into dust, leaving only him, like a candle in the wind, lingering on this desperate land.
On this day, Li Bin knew that his end was coming. He moved to the old locust tree in the center of the village, which was said to have lived for thousands of years. Li Bin was sitting on the cracked trunk of the old tree, his chapped lips moving, and the last light in his eyes was about to go out. He just wanted to be here, waiting for the end of his life to come. As his consciousness gradually blurred, he noticed a black iron piece the size of a palm half-covered in the hole of the dead tree. He felt a sudden stabbing pain in his head, and the iron piece sank into the center of his eyebrows. Immediately afterwards, a huge flow of information poured into his mind, from which he learned the word "cultivation" and the name of this piece of iron "Spirit Devouring", which was an ancient magic weapon of cultivation, and he embarked on the road of cultivation.
