Formation Tongxuan

Shen Yan traveled through time. From an industrial factory full of workshop instruments, heat exchangers, and assembly lines, we walked into a dusty Xiuxian Square. On the day of the spiritual root test, the whole audience burst into laughter: low-grade, trash. He didn't argue. He squatted at the foot of the north wall, attached a piece of copper, and watched the copper needle move downward little by little. Others see it as a crack in the wall. He looked at the missing points. Spiritual energy will leak. The mineral vein under the workshop is about to dry up. The formations are becoming less and less effective every year, the spiritual plants are becoming more and more difficult to maintain, and even the stove fire is not burning brightly. Others see depletion, helplessness, and resignation. What he saw was water. Water that can be replenished, dew that can be stored, and things that can be retrieved from the hand. So when others drew the symbols, he carved the molds, printed them one by one, and produced a stack of them overnight. Others said that the stove was evil, so he used eight discarded formation stones that no one wanted and let the stove, which had been sick for decades, burn all night long. The first thing he did was not to practice cultivation, but to build a spiritual stone measuring instrument to measure the square inch by inch. He was still at the crack and made a rule for himself: one day, he would go down and take a look to see what was under the crack. He didn't know that what was buried under that crack would send him all the way from this dusty workshop to a place far away. All he knew was that there were people waiting for him to catch him in this shop. A light. A bowl of soup. A girl who gave him half of her life.