I Am Cultivating Immortality at the Scrapyard

See the heaven and earth in the utensils, and find the road in the rust. This is a modern city with exhausted spiritual energy. Immortal cultivation has become a legend and magic weapons have become antiques. Chen Mo, an ordinary boy who polished rusty iron at a junkyard, touched the family's "Heaven Ruler" in a pile of scrap copper and iron three years after his parents disappeared. When the ruler wakes up, the spirit opens. He saw another side of the world: in the abandoned 10,000-ton hydraulic press was sleeping the forged "reason", in the rusty Qianlong Tongbao was the warmth of a hundred years of incense and will power, and even the rusted keel of the sunken ship at the bottom of the river was imprinted with the epic memory of the ocean. It turns out that the way of heavenly craftsmanship has never been cut off - it uses rust as its clothes, dust as its bed, and lurks in every corner forgotten by the times. But it's not just the legacy that's awakened. In the dark, the Zhao family is watching for the key to the "Secret Realm of Tiangong"; the mysterious organization "Eclipse" uses the essence and blood of living people to refine evil weapons; the "Tiangong Pavilion" who claims to be the guardian is also secretly planning. The disappearance of Chen Mo's parents in Kunlun Ruins three years ago seems to be directly related to a secret that spans two thousand years. From the bronze fragments in the junkyard to the geocentric inflammation erupting on the river bank; from refining the first "Mountain Shaking Seal" to facing the Burning Heaven Sword left behind by the pre-Qin weapon refiner Gong Shuye - Chen Mo gradually discovered on the way to trace the traces of his parents: The so-called Dharma-Ending Age is nothing more than a change in the way heaven and earth breathe. The real heavenly craftsman should use rusty iron as the material and the red dust as the furnace. In this spiritless era, he should forge a path to heaven that belongs to mortals.