Tattoo Repair

On a snowy night in Qingshi Town, Yong'an City, Jiang Xun drew the first lines of his life from a half-burned book. He didn't know what it was. It's not spiritual roots, it's not a technique, it's not a practice method recorded in any immortal books. He just carved the lines that looked like tree roots and blood vessels into the Dantian one stroke at a time. Later he learned that this pattern was called "Dao pattern". The world of cultivating immortals regards it as a leftover material for foundation building, an accessory for weapon refining, and a stepping stone for formations. No one believes that a mortal without spiritual roots can step onto the threshold of cultivating immortality by imitating Taoist patterns. No one believed that the surviving family member who was trapped to death by the Tianshu Temple six hundred years ago would use this "little trick" forgotten by the times to break through the shackles that had trapped his mother for twenty-three years. This is a story about "edge". A fringe skill, a fringe person, a path from the fringe to being abandoned by the entire world of immortality. Jiang Xun spent thirteen years picking up these fragments one by one and melting them into an orthodox system called "Star Furnace". He named it: Wenxiu. Not to establish a sect, not to achieve enlightenment and ascend to heaven. Just want to let the latecomers know—— The lines that you have stepped on can become a road.