Sewing the Sky

Xu Jin is sixteen years old and a tailor. Before my grandfather died, he sewed an ancient needle into his collar, leaving only one sentence: Don't show the needle to others, and don't lend the thread to others. Only later did he realize that everyone in the world could see the rips in clothes, but he was the only one who could see everything - the hidden damage to the magic weapon, the broken lines on the talisman, the cracks in the fire path of the alchemy furnace, the hair-thin damage in the meridians of monks, and even the flaws that everyone is born with in their Taoist foundation. The spiritual examiner said: If a body leaks spirit and cannot retain spiritual energy, how can one become an immortal? Wasted. He chose to use this body that could not hold his spiritual energy to move his spiritual energy into the thinnest, most even and stable line in the world. Tonify the weapon, tonify the method, tonify the formation, tonify the body, and tonify the Dao foundation. Until that night, he raised his head and saw the crack in the sky spanning a hundred miles. The cracks were filled with threads, all rotten. Someone sewed it thousands of years ago, and halfway through, the thread broke. "Grandpa, what on earth are you sewing?"