Sting Pattern

The spiritual energy has been exhausted for three thousand years, the sect has monopolized the spiritual veins, and the casual cultivators will never be able to make a difference. Ning Chang'an, a street sweeper at the bottom of Yimin City, on the second floor of Ningwen, no one looked at him. Until he held a piece of black stone - the lines on the stone were exactly the same as the blood in his body. Until a stone door from three thousand years ago lit up when he touched it. Only then did he realize that the secret deep in the ruins had been waiting for him. But the sect only regarded him as an ant. What to do with ants? Hibernating, waiting for the dormant patterns to awaken. If you have the patience to read Chapter 20, you will know what I am writing about.