>At the sect’s grand ceremony, Qin Xiao’er was publicly declared to have a defective spiritual root and no hope of cultivating immortality.
>For a hundred years, he endured contempt, sitting on the stone steps day and night to cultivate, yet he couldn’t absorb even a trace of spiritual energy.
>Then one day, the world underwent a cataclysmic change, and spiritual energy surged in like a flood.
>For the first time, he actually felt its presence.
>But when he looked up in delight, he saw his fellow disciples bleeding from every orifice, their eyeballs covered in gray spots.
>Billions upon billions of transparent soul-eating worms were writhing in the spiritual energy.
>“Run!” He charged into the frenzied crowd.
>“You good-for-nothing, stay away from me!” An elder struck him flying with a single palm.
>Lying in a pool of blood, Qin Xiao’er suddenly realized:
>His defective spiritual root was the only hope for survival in this apocalypse.
