In a modern city where neither technology nor spiritual energy has yet undergone a revival, Lin Chen is a “crippled spiritual root,” forgotten by fate. He failed the college entrance exam, his girlfriend betrayed him, and his parents were saddled with enormous debt after an accident. On the darkest, rain-soaked night of his life, he spent his last ten yuan at a secondhand bookstall on a copy of the Basic Breathing Method with a blurred cover. While others drew spiritual energy into their bodies in three weeks, he struggled for three years, sustained by an unyielding will.
When spiritual energy finally resurged, prodigies emerged and sects descended upon the city. Everyone mocked this “weakest pioneer.” What they didn't know was that this seemingly slow-witted young man had spent countless days and nights using the simplest methods to refine the most basic cultivation techniques a hundred thousand times.
The cultivation world is ruled by the law of the jungle? He founded the Tianxing Sect, taking in the “failures” cast aside by the great sects, and laid down an iron rule: Anyone who harms my disciples, no matter how strong, must die! The Immortal Realm stands high above all? He shattered the gates of heaven with a mortal's body and told those born with immortal roots: The inheritance you treasure is merely the starting point I perfected long ago. The God Realm looks down upon all living beings? He cut off the river of cause and effect and smiled at the figure seated upon the divine throne. “My path does not fall under your rules.”
This is the story of an ordinary man with no talent who uses hard work, cunning, and perseverance to establish order, protect those he loves, and ultimately redefine “strength” for the Myriad Worlds. He can wipe out his enemies without mercy and plan for every contingency, yet he'll overturn a sacred sect's gates for the sake of a single steamed bun for a beggar by the roadside. His blade is swift, but his heart is warm.
