Feather of Falling Light

A child appears in the world of cultivation, Weak and nameless, without any spiritual roots in his body. But I don't know why, Strange runes appeared automatically in his hands, Those formations that were supposed to repel him were quietly opened for him. And that person—— Never identify yourself, But he always shows up in times of danger, Staring at him with eyes that seemed to have lost something. No one knows who this child is. He doesn't remember it himself. But one thing is for sure: The longer he lives, the more things he wants to get back.