Anyone Who Prays to Heaven

It is said in the world of immortality that ascension is the end. No one said - spiritual energy is fodder, monks are crops, and ascension is the mark of harvest. Three generations ago, the Pei family cast an "artifact that shouldn't exist". The entire family was banned and the ancestral home was burned for three days. When it was passed down to Pei Jin's generation, there was only a shabby shop in the west end of the city, with four words on the sign and "qi". He cannot practice cultivation and relies on discernment to make ends meet. That day, a deacon from the Zhengzong sect came to the door holding a Seven Treasures Mirror. The seven Qi lines in the mirror were biting each other. They should have exploded into pieces - but they didn't. There was a hand holding the pot of boiling water. Pei Jin could see the hand. Each thing has a line written on it: what it can do, what it wants, and who will return it when it is not delivered. Someone is cutting out the words one by one. He is not without spiritual roots. The forbidden pulse sealed his Qi, but not his eyes. The only person in this harvesting system who can read. But you can see that you have to pay a price: refining Qi pays "comfort", building foundation pays "a memory", and golden elixir seals an emotion. The higher you go, the less human you become. Father's unfinished words were buried under a pile of old drawings: "When you can see it, it's called rules; when you can't see it, it's called -" Pei Jin wants to know, the last word