Let me be clear: this isn’t a power fantasy.
Everyone says I have no spiritual root and will never have a chance at the immortal path.
But the thing buried in my heart won’t let me believe that.
Cultivation clans monopolize techniques and resources? No problem. I’ll cultivate turbid qi.
The limits of mortal martial arts are the innate realm? No problem. I’ll carve my own path.
They compete for spiritual qi; I absorb baleful energy. They argue about pedigree; I let my fists do the talking.
By the time I realized what was happening, I’d nurtured something in my dantian that no one had ever seen before.
The immortal sects and cultivation clans are still fighting tooth and nail over spirit stones and magical artifacts.
And I’m waiting for the day this Turbid Core explodes...
And turns this stagnant pond upside down for good.
