Cultivation of Immortality Through Tribulation

On the day when Han Mo fell off the cliff, he was supposed to die at the foot of Qingyan Mountain, but instead he fell into the Falling Soul Pond and picked up a dark silver ring engraved with "Shen Cangsheng, the eleventh calamity, reserved for those who come." Since then, he has lost his four spiritual roots. His dantian has no energy, but he can hear the whispers in the depths of the dark well. The blood seal on his right hand is still wet, but it actually leads to the old case of the Han family's ban at Beilu ten years ago. The line recognizes the lack, the road marks the position, the shadow reflects the well, and the water reflects the hand. A broken picture, a mining card, and a scratched-out old record push Han Mo step by step toward the truth: the so-called cultivation of immortality is not a road to heaven, but a catastrophe that has long been out of control. Some people cover the sky with a ban, some mend the thread with flesh and blood, and some people are still waiting for those who come after their death. When everyone wants to write Han Mo as a "thread stake" in the formation, he insists on living as a person who holds tribulation. In this life, he doesn't care about fate. He wants to become an immortal through robbery.