That's Right, I'm the Legendary Useless Spirit Root

"Hmph, if one Fire Qilin isn't enough, I'll eat a hundred..."

"If a hundred aren't enough, I'll eat a thousand, ten thousand..."

"If Fire Qilin isn't enough, I'll eat Wood Qilin, Water Qilin..."

"If there are no Qilin left, there's still Vermilion Bird, Black Tortoise, Azure Dragon, and White Tiger..."

"Once I've eaten all the spirit beasts, I'll move on to immortal treasures, immortal herbs, immortal pills, immortals, demons, monsters, ghosts, spirits, heaven, earth, sun, and moon..."

"The five elements counter one another, so you can't devour everything? Nonsense."

"Even if you don't die, it'll take tens of millions of years to become an immortal? Heh, as if I'd let that happen."

The treasures of sects, the wealth of dynasties, rare immortal herbs, and thousand-year-old spirit beasts: to him, they're all things he simply accepts, turning them into wisps of insignificant true qi.

Though he has the weakest spiritual root of all, Hua Xiaojing steamrolls one genius and prodigy after another. His path of overpowered cultivation continues.

Tianweiháo Ling: this name is beginning to make the Five Borders and Ten Domains tremble. Everyone...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.