I'm the One Practicing the Orthodox Immortal Path. You're All Heretics

On the Xuantian Continent, the law is as absolute as heaven: every ten years, spiritual roots are tested, and they determine one's fate. Those without spiritual roots will never have another chance at immortality.

The day young Lu Chen was found to have no spiritual roots, the whole village sighed. But from beneath the offering table in a ruined temple, he dragged out a mechanical puppy that had slept for twelve thousand years: Xiao Mo, a cheeky old artifact spirit who never keeps his mouth shut, yet carries the secrets of the Heng Tian Civilization within him.

No spiritual roots? Xiao Mo yawned. What a coincidence. That batch of people back then specialized in handling just this kind of fate.

From then on, Lu Chen used inner cultivation as his furnace, tempering his five viscera and refining his six bowels, taking an unconventional path that made the Pavilion of Heavenly Mandate sit up and take notice. His companions joined in one after another. Those abandoned by fate were determined to change the world.

At the summit of Heaven's Spine Mountain, he will ask: Who made the rules of this world?

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