Residual Lines Lead

Hiking in the deep mountains of southern Anhui, Lin Chen just touched the ancient lines on the cave wall with his fingertips. After a thunder, the world turned upside down. This is the world of immortal cultivators. The monks controlled the wind and breathed fire, and were in charge of life and death; the aristocratic sects controlled the spiritual veins and defined the hierarchy. Mortals are like ants, their talents are destined for life, and even the qualifications for entry into spiritual practice are in the hands of a few people. There is no heavenly system, no peerless spiritual root, he is just an ordinary modern person. But what he knows, no one in this world has ever taught him—— How to wring out the synergy among the scattered people, how to find the gaps in the strict rules, how to use interests to dismantle arrogance, and how to use people's hearts to change the situation. From the deserted village to the county government, from the county town to the sect, he stepped on the boundaries of the rules and walked up step by step. No one took this outsider seriously, until they discovered: Those deep-rooted orders, those lofty immortal masters, could be quietly changed by a mortal who "doesn't know how to practice". All he wanted from beginning to end was one thing: to find his way home. But when he finally came into contact with the secret of the ancient teleportation array, he saw that behind the "catastrophe of the heavens" a hundred thousand years ago, there was a truth that the entire world had been kept in the dark about.