The Fog Rises from the Hunyuan

The morning mist in Qingwu Ling Village is always wrapped in the fragrance of Rhinophylla sibiricum. Lin Yan is known to everyone in the village as a "good-for-nothing". He has not yet been enlightened at the age of sixteen. He guards half an acre of spiritual land and lives with his mother whose spiritual veins are blocked. His life is as simple as water. The rumor that his father died in the secret realm ten years ago was a shackles that he could not get rid of, until the moment when the half bottle of Qingqiao Dew and the black wooden box left by his father became hot. The spiritual orifice has just opened, and the sealed Hunyuan spiritual root gradually reveals its glimmer. The broken jade warms and nourishes it, and the secrets of the inheritance are hidden in the expansion of the veins. He is not born mediocre, he just hides an extraordinary quality that has been dusted by time. In order to collect the innate spiritual dew that could save his mother, he traveled to the edge of the spiritual veins, looking for spiritual grass and exploring abandoned mines; in order to find out the truth about his father's death, he took the simplified pulse-opening formula to break into secret realms and solve puzzles. The morning dew from the spiritual field touches the fingertips, the undercurrent of the secret realm soaks into the clothes, the spiritual energy of the eight extraordinary meridians flows slowly, and the Hunyuan Dao pattern quietly grows in the body. There are no earth-shattering declarations, only perseverance step by step; no ambition to dominate the world, only perseverance to protect the bonds. From a small village shrouded in mist to a secret realm filled with spiritual energy, the young man used the inkstone as his inscription and Hunyuan as his foundation to carve out his own path of cultivation in the ordinary years.