The spiritual energy everyone in the cultivation world craves is a deadly source of radiation to me.
They fight over spiritual veins like miners scrambling for ore, while I scavenge in abandoned mines.
The elders of the immortal sects all seem ethereal and refined, but in truth they exploit their disciples to slow their own mutations.
Then one day, I was forced to swallow a high-concentration spiritual crystal.
Not only did I survive, a reverse purification mechanism formed inside me.
Now the entire cultivation world sees me as a heretic and has united to hunt me down.
I sit inside a spiritual-energy mecha powered by discarded spirit stones, aiming its cannons at the sky.
“Your path to ascension is a dead end.”
“Why not try my new-energy ascension plan?”
