Steal the Law

That night, the city defense formation was ordered to divert rain. After the rain stopped, a person without Taoist credentials appeared in the city. When a person is born, he is first given a law and then given a name. A law seed enters the soul and establishes a contract with the mountains and rivers. Mortals use it to enjoy spiritual springs, ferry boats, and city protection; monks use it to inherit the power of law, use the earth's veins to practice magic, and use the mountains to draw swords. When someone moves mountains with just one word, it's not that they are infinitely powerful, but that the whole world is working hard on their behalf. But the borrowed power can naturally be taken back. Once the abuse of power is verified, at least the skills will be restricted, and at the most serious, the status will be reduced. The Immortal Lord who was able to command mountains and rivers yesterday may not be able to summon a ray of breeze today. The young man has no temperament. He has no qualifications that can be cut away, and no offerings that he can enjoy since he was born. In this world where the path of cultivation has been arranged for all sentient beings, he doesn't even have a starting point. So, he began to learn something that was not taught. How to make the pulse-replenishing formation recognize his own wounds as cracks in the mountains and rivers; how to hide his soul in the rain and pass through a city gate that will not be opened for him; how to spell out his own path from the ancient laws that have been abandoned by the laws of the past. These methods are not safe. Someone wanted to seal every crack he walked through. There are also people who secretly record his steps and write those things called "loopholes" into the next generation's exercises. Until one day, a new law named after him was carved into heaven and earth. Only then did he discover: The road that you once relied on to survive may also become a wall that blocks those who come after you.