Mountains and Rivers Are Like Mail

According to Xuanzong, there is an iron rule that has been passed down for 800 years: the living set up monuments and the dead leave their names. The soul lamp can be extinguished, but the name on the fate tablet will not disappear. It wasn't until after a mountain rain that lasted for seven days that Bei Pavilion disciple Ning Yanchuan discovered a life tablet deep in the old wall that shouldn't exist. There is no name in the monument, no lights, no news of death. The owner of the monument could not be found in the sect's books, and everyone denied ever knowing her. But deep in the inscription, there is a record of a person who should not be forgotten. Ning Yanchuan had no impression of this. There was only an old injury of unknown origin on his wrist, which ached when he touched the fate monument. As the investigation deepens, disciple rooms that have been vacant for many years, incomplete sword styles that no one knows how to master, and old records of unknown origin appear one after another. Those dust-covered traces seem to point to the same buried secret. What's even weirder is that some things that should have been certain began to change quietly. Under the surface of Zhaoxuanzong's calmness for hundreds of years, there seems to be some kind of truth that no one knows. When the nameless monument reappears in the world, when the forgotten people leave traces—— Ning Yanchuan had to embark on a journey to pursue the truth. But he doesn't know whether he is looking for a person's past or the hidden secrets of the entire world.