The earth's veins in China are gradually drying up, and disasters are everywhere in the world.
The alchemy tradition has been in decline for thousands of years, and everyone in the world thinks that alchemists are just charlatans who walk around the streets and cheat.
Young Shen Yan wore worn-out straw sandals and carried a yellowed old book on his back as he walked into the twilight mountain village.
On the fragment of the scroll, most of the handwriting passed down by the Shen family from generation to generation has been worn away, leaving only a mottled and gloomy word "zhen".
People's hearts are greedy and delusional, and they cut mountains and veins to nourish evil spirits; sects are heretical, ripping out their marrow and spirit to steal heaven's secrets.
From the weighing of land in a ruined temple in a village to the laying out of land in the green hills of a county;
From the poor guest who watches the Qi phase, to the dragon-suppressing man who swallows thousands of miles of anger.
Along the way, he did not worship gods or seek immortality.
The broken mountains and rivers of Kyushu and the scattered orthodoxy are just waiting for him to fill them up again with one stroke.
