The Road Begins and the Maple Falls

Yuan Qing didn't know who he was. He only knew that the snow in Luofeng City was very light, the sound of his father chopping firewood in the backyard was very steady, and the tune his mother hummed in front of the stove was very nice. When he was eight years old, he met an old Taoist priest at the gate of the city with a rusty iron sword on his back. The old Taoist priest said that he was the successor of the Immortal Tao - a Tao that had been lost for a hundred thousand years. He studied with the old Taoist priest for a few days, and then the old Taoist priest left. Before leaving, he wrote on a note: "Go east and don't look back." So this young man who grew up in a mortal medicine shop embarked on the path of spiritual practice alone with the copper coins given by his father, the red rope tied by his mother, and the old gourd left by his master. What he didn't know was that this road was paved by his own hands in his previous life - the man in white in his previous life was the ancient supreme being. After attaining the peak of enlightenment, he broke the complete Supreme Dao Fruit into hundreds of thousands of fragments and scattered them into the heavens and the world, and was reborn as a mortal, just to prove that the immortal path does not require special blood and that any mortal can pass it. From the dead trees in Leng Yuetan to the Rebirth Formation in the Ninth City, from the duel of wills at the boundary of nothingness to the final return of the original rift, he walked through the truth of a hundred thousand years ago, walked through a hundred thousand fragments scattered in the sky, and walked through the battlefield where nine gods stood side by side. When all his relatives crowded into the small kitchen in Luofeng City, he picked up the rough porcelain bowl with a chipped edge, and finally cried like a child in front of his mother and everyone waiting for him. His journey is from the mortal world to all realms, and finally returns to the original medicine shop for a hot meal. This book combines the classical philosophy of immortals with the flow of mortals cultivating immortals. It uses the most mundane fetters to support the grandest epic, and uses the lightest snowflakes to support the heaviest truth.