Everything Has Traces

Mountains have mountains and water have water patterns. There are traces when the sword falls, and there are traces when the technique begins. So, has the Great Avenue of Heaven and Earth ever left any traces? Shen Yan, a young man from Qingshi Town, was originally just one of the many living beings. His qualifications are not high and his family background is not obvious. All he wants is for his parents to be safe, his sister to have no worries, and to see the world where the legendary monks live. Until an ancient inkstone left by his grandfather awakened in his hands. From then on, the peerless skills in the eyes of others could be traced in his eyes; What others saw as a dead end was not hopeless in his eyes. He came out of Qingshi Town, worshiped at the Immortal Sect, experienced secret realms, fought against geniuses, and set foot in the Nine Realms. Behind him are his parents, relatives and friends, and the woman walking side by side with him; There is the path to immortality in front of him, and there is also an ancient heavenly gate that has enveloped the entire Qingxuan Realm for countless years. Until many years later, all the monks in the world looked up to that figure. Someone asked: "Shen Yan, what do you want in this life?" He looked up at Tianmen. "At first I wanted to live forever." "Later I wanted to ask for an explanation." "Now-" "I want to see why you are stopping me today."