Don't Ask for Order

Shen Qingheng entered the Qingya Sect at the age of sixteen. He has no amazing qualifications and no prominent background. He just wanted to be included in the sect's roster so that his family's six acres of spiritual land would be reduced to 10% of the land tax. The five elements had mixed spiritual roots and his cultivation was slow, so he started as an ordinary handyman in Xiling. Until that year, the spiritual energy of the medicine field began to decline, the mines gradually became colder, and the sect's hundreds of years of foundation withered little by little. It was also that year that he saw a wordless black tablet deep in the abandoned medicine garden. The Black Monument does not teach the Dharma, does not grant magical powers, and only leaves the path he has actually walked. But in the ancient ruins outside the mountain, someone carved a sentence that no one can understand for a long time - don't ask for a preface. Later, Shen Qingheng learned that the truly terrifying thing in this world was never that there was no way to go, but that everyone thought the road was still there, but it had long since been cut off.