Fantasy+waste+goldfinger+cool
The day the spiritual root was abolished, Ling Yunxiao became the biggest joke of the Qingyang Sect.
He was once a genius, but now even a handyman can step on him. Everyone said that his life was over.
Until the moment he fell into the abyss, a broken ancient monument blended into his eyebrows.
——The place where ancient gods and demons shed blood, where thousands of souls return to silence, is called "Yuanxu".
From then on, the good-for-nothing boy's eyes could see through the marks of all the remaining souls in the world. The fighting instinct of monsters, the incomplete artistic conception of ancient combat skills, and even the memory fragments of the strong man after his death... Were all turned into his own use.
The sect's little rival, he became a blockbuster, and Zhao Qian, who had crippled him, knelt at his feet and trembled.
But when the truth surfaced, Ling Yunxiao discovered——
The person who deposed him back then was not just Zhao Qian.
The respected elder was waiting to harvest his soul with the kindest smile.
"My child, you have finally grown up."
"It's time to come back."
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[Under the Yuanxu, all souls surrender.
