Xinxian

Looking around, there was a damp and unfamiliar smell in the air. "I traveled through time?" But why, what he held in his hand was not the protagonist's script, but a rusty iron pickaxe. Fortunately, the token left behind by my grandfather traveled through time with me, and Lin Yan continued to rely on it. In this world of immortality where talent is determined by "spiritual patterns", Lin Yan relies on the ancient token left behind by his grandfather to go against the will of heaven - others practice to absorb spiritual energy, and he practices to absorb others. When the world of immortal cultivators hunted him down as an "immortal thief", Lin Yan discovered that this token was both a trump card and a curse. The four-year bottleneck makes it difficult to move forward. Until he glimpsed the Binding Abyss deep in the token - where his talent and his future were locked. Just when he thought he had finally grasped the power that should belong to him, a whisper suddenly came from the abyss——