Luo Chen was a century-in-a-generation sword prodigy of Qingyang Sect. He established his Foundation at fifteen and had a boundless future ahead of him. But one night, "Spirit-Eroding Powder" destroyed his immortal foundation, shattering his dantian and turning him into a cripple worse than an ordinary mortal. His sect heartlessly expelled him, and the world mocked him without restraint. Like a rag, he was tossed back to an ordinary village, where he lay coughing blood in a freezing night, waiting to die.
At death's door, the [Myriad Worlds Lost Relics Recovery Auxiliary System] quietly bound itself to him. From then on, the world was different.
In his eyes, anything could be "picked up": dust in a corner could be remnants of "Wutu Essence"; withered leaves in the woods could bear traces of "Xun Wind Spiritual Energy"; a broken sword in a mountain stream could contain blazing "Evil-Breaking" sword intent and overwhelming baleful energy. Even the warmth unconsciously given off by a beggar on the roadside might be a crystallized remnant of the cultivation left behind by an "Earthly Immortal's Disintegration."
While others toil in cultivation for a thousand years, he keeps his head down and picks through the myriad worlds.
Immortal sect prodigies fight over a fragmentary ancient scripture, while he quietly combines scattered "Dao Rhythm Fragments" into a complete legacy.
When Luo Chen walks out of that dilapidated village again, holding a rusted broken sword and carrying a body full of heaven-defying attributes he has "picked up"...
The fellow disciples who once looked down on him achieve enlightenment and break through their realms after a few casual pointers from him.
The sect elders who once cast him aside like trash kneel in remorse before a mere trace of ancient sword intent he reveals.
And high above the clouds, the mighty figures of the Immortal Realm, who regard all living beings as ants, stare fixedly at the yawning stone he "picked up" and carries at his waist. Their voices tremble: "Th-this is... the Chaos Dao Embryo our clan has worshipped for ten thousand years... Senior, do you need a servant to bring you tea and water?"
Luo Chen merely brushes at the front of his robe
