I Want to Practice Taoism

Lin Xiaozhu, a young man from a poor family, held the blood-stained bamboo strips and tore open the curtain of the division of immortality among the corpses in the rice field and nursery rhymes and riddles. The twenty-four solar terms of the Dayin Dynasty hide the ancient sword array, the incense of the five wandering gods swallows up the willpower of mortals, and the three-year stargazing test is just a bloody game for the cultivation world to select the "humanoid spiritual field". When he realized the "Strength of the Bamboo Dragon" with his bamboo weaving skills and awakened the bloodline of the witch clan, the blood puppet talisman on the sleeve of the bronze armored guard of the Demon Suppression Department, the ashes of the sect's genius in the life and death stage, and even the eternal chess game in which the golden immortal of the immortal world used three thousand worlds as fuel, all gradually emerged in the morning mist of Qingluo Village. From the mortal city to the core of chaos, Lin Xiaozhu used solar terms as blades to refine bamboo strips into laws that penetrated time and space. When he discovered that the so-called ascension was nothing more than the harvest of a higher dimension, and that cultivation civilization was actually the reverberation before the restart of chaos, the bamboo knife stained with blood in the rice fields and splitting through the gates of the fairy world would eventually carve the mortal's answer in the eternal hourglass - if the way of heaven is a cage, he would dismantle the cage and rewrite the origin of all things.