The Realm of Traces: the Traceless One Breaks His Traces and Becomes a God

Everyone in Cangwu Town is afraid of Ah Wu. It's not that I'm afraid of being fierce, I'm afraid that he's "empty". The sunlight left no shadow on his body, no footprints in the mud when he stepped on it, and even the flowers of the old locust tree at the entrance of the village would fall off his shoulders instantly, as if they had never touched anything before. Master Laohen in the town said that this child is a "traceless body", not remembered by heaven and earth, not even a trace of life, and an ominous person who will be forgotten by the world. The line between mountains is a "geographic mark" accumulated over hundreds of millions of years, engraved with the roar of the squeezing of tectonic plates; the line between trees is a "life trace" of spring and autumn, remembering the gentleness of rain, dew and sunshine; even the blood shed by the man in black robes has broken and violent "battle marks", telling the story of the fight before death. As for himself, Ah Wu lowered his head and saw that his body was empty, without a single thread, but he could make the threads on the copper sheets crawl up along the palm of his hand, like water flowing into a dry river bed. The man in black robe breathed his last breath into his ear, his voice as soft as mist: "The one without traces... The broken ones... The immortal..." As soon as he finished speaking, the black-robed man's body turned into flying catkins, leaving not even a trace. Only the copper pieces were hot in Ah Wu's palm, and the flowing threads began to twist and reorganize, and finally weaved into four words - "The first trace".