Jiang Fan, a programmer who died suddenly while working overtime, woke up and found that he had traveled through time and became a handyman in the medicine garden at the bottom of Qingshan Sect. Five Spiritual Roots, a qualification recognized as useless in the world of immortality, has been cultivated for four years before refining the second level of qi. Every day, he is either beaten or beaten on the way.
But no one knows that this handyman, who is looked down upon by everyone, is using a programmer's thinking to dissect the entire cultivation system.
He discovered that the five elements of spiritual energy are not naturally in conflict with each other. Metal generates water, water generates wood, wood generates fire, fire generates earth, earth generates metal - as long as they are arranged and combined in the correct order, the "linked effect" can be triggered and the power will be doubled. A single spiritual root genius can only control one attribute in his life, but he has all five and can combine spells into combos like writing code.
——Water generates wood, and wood generates fire. The three systems work together to deal Nascent Soul-level damage.
——Gold generates water, and the metal water blade cuts through it with one cut and is invincible at the same level.
——The five elements are fully opened, everything is connected, and the waste of the past finally becomes the founder of the system.
But when he first showed his talents in the sect competition, a truth that had been hidden for thousands of years also quietly surfaced: the method of connection was not his original creation, but a compulsory course for all monks in ancient times. Ten thousand years ago, a "War of Breaking the Techniques" slaughtered all the Lianlian monks, all the Lianlian exercises were burned, and even the word "Lianlian" became taboo.
His awakening has been noticed by some existences that have been dormant for thousands of years.
Inner genius Su Wan came to him holding an ancient fragment: "Jiang Fan, do you know what you are holding in your hand?"
On the fifth floor of the Sutra Pavilion, the old man keeping the lamp opened his eyes that had not moved for ten thousand years: "The five elements resonate... This day is over."
