Ember Emperor

Lin Jin opened his eyes in the smell of blood, and saw three moons hanging above his head. Time traveled. There is no system, no golden fingers, just a pair of coarse clothes, a short curling knife, and a village that was burned to rubble. He is an architectural structural engineer and has been drawing drawings for seven years. In this world where immortal cultivators have lines on their palms and unleash their energy, their only weapon is an occupational disease - viewing everything as a structure. The enemy's cooperation has points of support, the spiritual power formation has stress lines, and even the practice can be dismantled and rebuilt using the "construction" mentality. There was a black stone construct hidden in the well at the end of the village, and its dark gold pupils looked at him in the moonlight. A Qing, a girl pretending to be dead in the grass, could see the death cracks in everyone's eyes. The Blood Tax Festival is about to come to Baishi Town, and the Chixiao Sect extracts mortal lives to maintain the formation. Lin Jin squatted in the ruins and used charcoal blocks to draw structural diagrams on the broken walls. Three days is enough. They're not here to kill people, they're here to dismantle things. Once the demolition is complete, you can build new ones yourself. From Huigu Village to Zhekou, we visited seven villages and towns. The hollow edge of each piece of stone is engraved with crooked symbols - these are the memories of the stone touched by the hands of those who died in the formation. The water of the underground river flows out from the source. When it flows back after seven thousand years, it is still sweet. Behind the door, the heartbeat of the huge stone hanging upside down skipped a beat. It's waiting.