A Journey Against the Mortal Realm: the Spirit-Quenching Technique Starting from the Waste Veins

When the iron chain from the mine dug into my wrist, rust mixed with blood scabs stuck to my skin. I stared at the "waste stone" that would never be finished digging under my feet, and I felt that I should be trapped in this darkness for the rest of my life - after all, the word "waste vein" had long been branded on my forehead by the monks of the Qingyun Sect with a sword blade, like a brand of shame that could not be washed away. At that time, everyone was sure that for people without spiritual veins, even the idea of introducing Qi into the body was a delusion, let alone any cultivation or protection. How could I have known that the broken crystal picked up from the slag in my palm, which gets hot at night, was actually the key to Qingyang's inheritance? What's more, I never expected that in the future I would be holding the Burning Evil Blade, standing in front of the Split Sky Canyon, blocking the black tide of millions of evil soldiers... If you are also curious, why can a "waste vein" slave stand on the top of the mortal realm with a broken knife in his hand, and why can he use three star cores to seal the evil clan's passage... Then you might as well open the book and read the story of me going from the mud in the mine to the Xingxu Galaxy - who said that "waste veins" are not qualified to defy heaven? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.