Ruler of the Divine and Demonic Realms

Good-for-nothing spiritual root? No, I just have a tiny bit too much talent

On the day of the sect examination, everyone laughed at me for having no spiritual root at all.

My master casually tossed me into the forbidden icy pool to fend for myself.

No one knew this pool was the site of an ancient battlefield where gods and demons once clashed.

At its bottom, ancient spirits thought long extinct were sealed away, begging and pleading to pass on all their power to me.

“Little Ancestor, once you’ve learned this bit, we can clock out. Even the Demon Sovereign next door is waiting for you to inherit his position!”

I surfaced helplessly, only to find everyone who had abandoned me kneeling by the pool, including the master who had thrown me in.