Yun Layman

There are only thirty-six heavenly canons in the Xuanhuang Realm. Each one can make a person become a true cultivator - to call the wind and rain, and live for hundreds of years. Su Chen had been reading the popular interpretation for ten years. On the day when the demonic tide attacked at night, the Dao pattern he had traced on his palm for ten years suddenly lit up. The old temple owner who had guarded the Taoist temple in the town for fifty years told him: You have to leave. If you don't leave, it will be useless. So he walked out of Qingshi Town. Along the way, he saw road signs left by travelers, names engraved on the walls of abandoned Taoist temples, and stone piles on the roadside where people later regained their energy - countless people had walked this road before him. Some people made it, some people didn't. He didn't know which one he was. But he will go on. He had only one way - go over and ask if you could let him read it.