You Gave Me a Trash Martial Soul? I'll Forge a Seat of the Mechanical Gods!

Everyone on the Tianhun Continent cultivates their martial souls in the hope of becoming a god.

Lin Yue transmigrates here, only to awaken a scrap of iron and become the laughingstock of the world.

Everyone mocks Lin Yue as a good-for-nothing. Only Lin Yue gazes at the scrap in his sea of consciousness, watching it absorb energy and evolve, and gently shakes his head:

“You call a supreme-dimensional mechanical core that devours without limit a useless martial soul?”

“With mortal bodies, I’ll forge an immortal throne. I grant you all the baptism of guns and steel!”