Xian Daoxing

Wedge: Spiritual Root Awakening Tian Yan's forty-nine, one of them escapes. That "one" fell on a young man named Chen Ping'an at the foot of Qinglan Mountain in the Eastern Wasteland. It was the first month of the Year of the Horse in Bingwu, and the snow in the mountains had not yet melted. After Chen Ping'an finished chopping the firewood, he suddenly felt his palms feel hot - the gray and white stone pieces he picked up by the stream yesterday were now turning into streams of light and penetrating into his meridians. In severe pain, he heard an ancient sigh resounding from the sea of consciousness: "The Chaos Spiritual Root... Finally woke up."