The wind of the Dharma-ending Age blows through every inch of the earth.
Once upon a time, there were legends about the place being filled with spiritual energy and monks flying into the sky - Xuanqingzi hid in the Daxingan Mountains and built springs to nourish spirits, Laozi went west to Hangu to borrow purple energy to break through the world, and the Yellow Emperor forged the Xuanyuan Sword to lead the way to the stars. But a thousand-year dispute in the world of cultivators broke down the star track connecting the mortal world and the core star field, and the spiritual energy dried up like a broken river. In the end, even the word "monk" became a vague footnote in ancient books.
Mortals reproduce from generation to generation, and only regard those stories of flying into the sky and escaping from the earth as myths; the occasional remaining spiritual veins are also covered in dust by the years and hidden in the deep forests where no one has set foot. Until a boy named Mucheng got lost while camping in Daxinganling after the college entrance examination.
He was the most ordinary of all living beings - he would feel sorry for his parents' gray hair, would laugh with his classmates about his future aspirations, and never thought that the word "cultivating immortality" would have even the slightest intersection with his life. But the gears of fate always turn inadvertently: in the grotto he accidentally broke into, a jade slip with cloud patterns was drilled between his eyebrows; in the valley deep in the mountain, a spiritual spring glowed with fine starlight; the amber spiritual fruit wine handed over by the monkey actually gave birth to light blue spiritual energy in his body, allowing him to start a journey of cultivating immortality
