"The soul-measuring pillar is broken and should be punished!"
When the thousand-year-old jade pillar collapsed under Lin Mo's palm, the verdict of the Qinglan Sect elder resounded through the sky.
A waste spiritual root of a low-grade yellow rank, but he possesses a mysterious black stone that can swallow up the world.
The Qinglan Sect wants to extract his soul to make medicine, and the Tianxuan Sect wants to cut out his spiritual veins to make weapons.
They don't know——
That black stone was transformed into the Zixiao Thunder Spirit that split open the mountain guard formation sixteen years ago!
"Spiritual roots determine destiny?"
Lin Mo wiped away the blood from the corners of his mouth, and the thunder lines on his palms swelled.
On this day, he will use this body that has been judged as "waste" to
The so-called gods——
One by one, they were dragged down from the sky!
