Mo Dharma Lingxian: Starting from Picking up the Sky Mending Stone

One sword is poor, the other is rich, and the other is covered with sackcloth. Huang Hao grabbed the last five thousand yuan and stepped into Jade Street. The sky patching stone on his chest was throbbing: "That piece of scrap contains the universe!" From then on, the final road to cultivation in the Dharma-ending era unfolded before his eyes. Imperial green? It's just the spiritual essence of my cultivation! Thousand-year-old ginseng king? Barely enough auxiliary medicine for my foundation building! While people in the world were still spending huge sums of money on treasures, Huang Hao had already used the help of the Sky-Mending Stone to appreciate all the rare treasures in the world, seize the inspiration of heaven and earth, and recast the ancient path. The end of science is metaphysics, and I am at the end of metaphysics, recreating myths!