Shu Dao Tuxian

This is Feng Shang Country. Without spiritual roots, you are just a mortal. Lu Feng knew since he was a child that he had no destiny to practice. I tested my spiritual root three times, and all three times it was "none". But a hundred years ago, a Venerable named Lin Lin changed all of this - she broke through the shackles of Qi refining, created a unique method of equipment, sealed lightning and wind and thunder into the equipment, so that mortals could also use electric lights and spiritual message boards. When he was sixteen years old, Lu Feng went out to exchange goods for the village. When he returned, Qinghuai Village had turned into a dead and bloody land. Two plain-robed monks erased all his memories of the massacre and brought him into Wufeng Sect. The empty abandoned equipment pavilion, the copper pillars engraved with lamp patterns, the flash of warmth when your fingertips touch it—— Elder Mo told him: "You have Five Spiritual Roots and a very faint Yin Spiritual Root. The last person with such a thing was named Venerable Lin Lin." The traditional road to immortality was as slow as a crawl, but there was another road waiting for him. This road is hidden in the wall, under the lamp, behind the iron door that has been sealed for a hundred years. "If the wind doesn't stop, the lamp won't go out." This is a story about a mortal carving out his own path in a world where immortals and technology coexist.