No spiritual roots means you're a good-for-nothing? He'll turn his bones into pieces on the board and make his move against Heaven!
In the depths of winter, in a broken-down hut, his life flickers like a dying candle. Jiang Hao grips his grandmother's cold hand and listens to the world mock him: “A piece of mud with no spiritual roots. Accept your fate!”
He refuses!
When the Celestial Chessboard of Fate appears and coldly pronounces life and death, he defiantly pulls out his own bones to use as pieces, splattering blood across the star chart! The instant the broken bone lands on the board, a beam of blood-red light pierces the heavens! A mortal bone challenges Heaven, and the first piece is down!
From then on, he drags his ruined body through a frozen hell, gripping a rusty sword of ordinary iron. The broken bone in his left arm hums. It's a source of pain, but also of power! The rusty sword drinks blood, frost patterns deepen, and cold gathers along its edge. Mortal bones become a blade, and ordinary iron can be honed to a sharp edge!
The cultivation world is ruled by the law of the jungle? He has no spiritual power, but his will can burn through the nine heavens! The backlash of the rules clings like a bone-deep curse? He uses his body as a shield and his bones as blades, carving a bloody path to the Dao through mountains of corpses and seas of blood! He awakens to the Realm of Insight, seeks openings in the Realm of Perception, and fights for his life in the Realm of Contest... Every step is a tribulation, every step is paved with blood!
Surrounded by powerful enemies, crushed by the Heavenly Dao? He throws his head back and laughs. “Since we're already here, why not use all of Heaven and Earth as a whetstone?”
The author's writing is quite good; the plot is tight from the beginning to the last few chapters, and the protagonist's character is also very appealing.