On the night when the sky cracked, spiritual energy poured into the surface world like a tide. A once-in-five-hundred-year burst of spiritual energy activated countless hidden talents.
Lin Chen is one of them.
But there was a line of cold words written on his test report: The space-based talent factor, extremely low concentration; the time-based talent factor, extremely low concentration. Dual-system recessive, comprehensive rating - E level.
Trash among gifted people.
What's more, he also practices swordsmanship. Sword cultivator? A road no one had taken five hundred years ago.
Everyone laughed at him: He is a waste of two elements, but he still practices swordsmanship? Third cultivation waste, the worst kind in five hundred years.
Lin Chen said nothing. He just gets up at four o'clock every morning and swings his sword in the deserted ruins.
Because he knows a secret - when his space and time abilities are used at the same time, the effects are not added, but multiplied.
Because he knew another secret - the old sword left by his father behind his waist contained power that did not belong to this era.
When the cracks in the other world tear the sky apart again, when the ancient gods and demons open their eyes, when everyone is trembling in fear——
Lin Chen pulled out the old sword.
The silver pupils reflected the collapse and rebirth of the entire world.
