I Have a Wish-Granting Pearl

For thirty thousand years, one ironclad rule has governed the cultivation world: the righteous path leads to death. Plunder is the road to heaven: kill for treasure, wipe out clans to seize their pills, and let the weak be prey to the strong. Every cultivator believes this.

That is, until a menial disciple with a useless spirit root joined the Taixu Immortal Sect. A five-element useless spirit root had never allowed anyone to reach Foundation Establishment in ten thousand years. Falsely accused of stealing and selling spirit herbs, he was sentenced to ten years of hard labor in a mine. Deep underground, he saved a pangolin and shared his meager food with it. Once its wounds healed, the pangolin stayed and led him to an untraveled passage in the mine. When he knocked open the stone wall, golden light poured out: a warm bead pulsed gently in his palm.

Others cultivate by seizing. He cultivates by helping. Others break through with pills. He breaks through with merit. Others face a nine-in-ten chance of death during tribulation. Springs gush from the earth when he faces his. Later, he realizes that to protect the people around him, he must first clear a path: one blocked by thirty thousand years of evil intent.

“The Heavenly Dao has never been crooked. It is people’s hearts that are crooked.”

“What matters is being able to protect them.”

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.