Lingshu Wangchuan

In my sect, everything follows an overly perfect "law". The raindrops will stagnate, the sword light will appear double, but the spiritual grass will grow exactly as it should. They said it was "the way of heaven," and I began to feel suffocated. Until I discovered that my long memory feels like brand new paint. When I started to record these "patterns", the world cast a silent gaze on me. The senior sisters in the alchemy room and the elders in the Sutra Pavilion were all gently guiding me to "enlighten the Tao." But in the cracks of order, I heard the cry of code. This is the story of a man who wakes up in a perfect world and tries to unravel his own destiny. The way I cultivate is the biggest mistake in this world.