Tinkering with the Sky

Traveling through the age of end of cultivation, Chang Ming became a mortal with fragile spiritual veins. The fragments of "Chengqilu" in his mind told him: You can't become an immortal, but you can repair the cracks in this world. From spirit beast troughs to sect treasures, his fingertips touched thousands of remnants. In the broken flying sword, he heard the obsession of the sword that had not yet been completed. In the broken alchemy furnace, he touched the alchemist's uncontrollable inner fire. Deep in the sealed bronze mirror, the great demon's forgotten cry resonated with him. In the world of cultivation, the weak eat the strong, but with the hands of a mortal, he created a weapon path that no one understands: It does not take away the creation of heaven and earth, but only makes up for the imperfections of all things. Not cultivating the Taoist Fruit of Immortality, but only cultivating the spirit of utensils. Until the ancient lamp that should not have appeared in this world is lit, illuminating not only the secrets of the past. The player on the other side of the chessboard finally raised his eyes and looked at this little craftsman who shouldn't have been involved in the game. "If the weapon is psychic, it can mend the sky." "Then what if the sky is cracked?"