Continued Pattern

They later called him a genius formation master. The day he was kicked out of his home, he was still a pseudo-spiritual person who had been chiseling stones in a gravel field for three years. In the gray stone in his arms lived an ancestor who had slept for more than a thousand years. She has a poisonous tongue, is afraid of death, and loves money. As soon as she opens her mouth, it is a deal: she teaches him how to cultivate the formation eye, and he finds a place for her. But every time she borrowed it, the stone cracked. One crack, one missing. What he cultivates is the root of this world, not his own immortality.