In the southern region of the Qinglan Realm, gray mist shrouds the western foothills of the Cangwu Mountains year-round, wrapping an abandoned cultivation site in deathly silence. Beneath a pile of rubble, a broken stele lies hidden in the dust, its strange patterns like dormant spirit snakes. A jade bottle marked with green veins is wedged between the cracks in the stele, its spiritual energy so faint it nearly blends with the mist. Over the past century, countless rogue cultivators have scoured this place in search of a fortuitous opportunity, yet not one has noticed these two “ordinary objects.” The cultivation world has long abided by an ironclad rule: those born without spiritual roots can scarcely glimpse the path to the Great Dao. But no one knows that this pile of broken steles and jade bottle are here precisely to shatter that rule, waiting only for a lone girl who cannot even afford her spiritual taxes to touch that cool glimmer in her darkest hour.
