Born with a useless Five-Element Spiritual Root, he was told by everyone that his path to immortality was cut off.
But beneath a ten-thousand-foot abyss, he found a gray-white stone disc.
Observe patterns, decipher patterns, derive patterns, merge patterns, transform patterns:
Everything has a pattern, and nothing is beyond breaking.
"You're a waste with a useless spiritual root. What makes you think you can compete with me?"
I can see the flaws in the patterns of cultivation techniques. A casual tweak turns a low-grade technique into a superior one.
I can touch your magic treasure and know exactly where its crack is, then shatter it with one strike.
I can reconstruct lost pill recipes and create unique cultivation techniques, leaving the sect's prodigies in awe.
My clan sees me as a discarded pawn, so I'll bring down the entire clan.
The righteous sects look down on my humble origins, so I'll earn my way into the greatest immortal sect through strength.
The demonic path wants to steal my treasure, so I'll make sure none of them get out alive.
While exploring secret realms, I find overlooked treasures and reap heaven-defying opportunities.
In the war between the righteous and demonic paths, I make my debut and leave rivers of blood in my wake.
Just when I think this is the pinnacle of immortal cultivation:
An ancient mural bears a line of blurry prophecy:
"In a thousand years, the world's barrier will crack. The Erosion Clan will return, and all living beings will become their food."
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.