Nuwa Stone's Lingshi's Romance in the Mortal World

When the world first opened, Nuwa used five-color stones to mend the sky. Partially melted five-color stones fell to the world, containing huge energy. Immortal cultivators regarded them as rare treasures. All parties were snobbish and spent their whole lives just to get a "sky-mending stone", also known as "Nuwa Stone". During the plum rains in Hangzhou, moisture crawled all over the carved window lattice of the old house. Ji Dou was leaning over a mottled mahogany table, twisting a bristle brush as thin as ox hair between his fingertips, carefully removing the thousand-year-old mud from the cracks of a Warring States jade biqin. Dark red water seeped out from the cracks in the blue bricks of the ancient well, like an old wound that refused to heal. Ji Dou leaned over to wipe it, and his fingertips touched a cold piece - a black stone the size of a fist, with the ancient seal character "Bu" embossed on its surface. In an instant, the world lost its voice. Deep in the black stone, the chaotic dragon shadow hovered, and the scales scratched the star man; the white-haired old man turned his back to all living beings, and used bones as a pen and blood as ink to draw a seal on the Tianmen; blood rain poured down, and the Tianmen suddenly opened. Ji Dou stumbled backwards, memory fragments stuck into his mind, and he curled up on the edge of the well in pain. The rain stopped. His pale face was reflected in the bronze mirror, and Wu Ke's frightened eyes were also reflected. "Brother, just now... Your eyes had vertical pupils." Ji Dou clenched the black stone tightly, his knuckles turned blue. He smelled a smell of rust. He didn't know whether it was the night rain or the blood that spanned thousands of years.