The night of Tianyuan Continent is like thick ink, covering the towering buildings of Tianyuan College. In a dilapidated wooden house in the most remote outer courtyard of the college, Lin Fan huddled on a musty straw mat, his eyes fixed on the light blue light curtain in front of him that only he could see.
"I successfully signed in today and got a low-grade Qi Gathering Pill." The mechanical prompt sounded in his mind. Lin Fan stretched out his hand to hold it, and a pill the size of a rice grain with cracks on the surface appeared in the palm of his hand. He smiled bitterly, put the elixir into his mouth, and felt the almost negligible medicinal power flowing through his meridians. He has lived like this for three full years.
As the lowest outer disciple of Tianyuan Academy, Lin Fan's talent was horribly mediocre. While his peers were breaking through the Qi refining stage and embarking on the broad road of cultivation, he was like an abandoned child forgotten by fate, always stuck at the third level of Qi refining, unable to move forward. He practices hard every day with the meager resources obtained from the sign-in system. In his opinion, this may be the greatest kindness that fate has shown him.
However, fate's malice goes further than that. It was a dark and windy night, and Lin Fan was hiding from the bullying of his clan members in the ruined temple at the back of the college as usual. When he leaned tiredly against the mottled wall and fell asleep, he was awakened by a biting chill. The moonlight shone through the broken window lattice of the ruined temple. He subconsciously touched the jade pendant left by his parents in his arms, only to find that a deep crack had appeared on the surface of the jade pendant at some point, and there was a faint black air lingering in the crack.
With full of uneasiness, Lin Fan took out a small bronze mirror from his arms. Mirror
