The Moon Shines for Eternity, and I Become an Immortal Along the Long River of Time

Seven years ago, Shen Zhao learned the breathing technique from a video that had long since expired. He practiced it for seven years but achieved nothing. It was a full moon that night, and the moonlight formed a door on the floor of his living room. When I opened my eyes, I was in the wilderness of the late Tang Dynasty: no documents, no money, and only one slipper on my feet. He soon discovered that this breath could allow him to hear the conspiracy whispered in the throat forty steps away, and it could also illuminate the invisible thread on other people's chests - at the cost of nosebleeds, loss of strength, and being stared at. Following that thread, he came across something hidden in an era: an organization that could issue three thousand talismans in one night, a ruined printing plate, and a road to an earlier era. He walked back. Every time you become stronger, the door will open to an earlier era - the late Tang Dynasty, the pre-Qin Dynasty, the ancient times, and then to the end of the starry sky. He left something behind in every era: a mantra, a sword, a mountain gate, and an ancestral precept. Two thousand years later, these things were put into glass cabinets, written into textbooks, and casually brushed by a modern person. What he left behind was never a secret, it was a receipt.