My name is Zhao Chi, and I was born at the very bottom of the cultivation world.
I thought awakening the “Myriad Spirits Parasitism System” was a golden finger. Later, I realized it was a death sentence.
Because there's an ancient legend in the cultivation world: those who possess an unusual spiritual root have flesh that can revive the dead, and a root that can reshape a Dao foundation.
So the sect elders praised me to my face and plotted to kill me behind my back. The Body-Snatching Alliance watched me like a hawk, and even the Heavenly Dao sent down tribulation lightning, claiming I was a flaw in this world.
They all wanted to see what kind of fruit this “withered wood sprout” grown in a troubled age would bear.
But they got one thing wrong: I'm not just the fruit. I'm the whole damn tree!
They came to seize my spiritual root, so I devoured their Dao foundation and swallowed their cultivation.
They came to fuse with a remnant soul, so I fused with it and made it my nourishment.
From Five Elements spiritual roots to Yin-Yang spiritual roots, then to Chaos spiritual roots.
I devoured demon cores all the way and subdued the Heavenly Dao, growing from an ordinary tree that could be trampled to death at any moment into the Mother Tree of Myriad Spirits, revered by all the worlds.
Everyone wanted to be the one to pick the fruit, never realizing that beneath this tree, bones already lay piled high.
When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes back.
But I'm a tree. The abyss lies beneath my feet.
It is a good dark fairy tale with ruthless attacks, novel setting, strategy, behind-the-scenes plot, and unscrupulous ways to become stronger.