The spiritual roots were dug up, and Wang Yanxiu was thrown into the radioactive ruins to die. The fiancée stepped on the points of merit to be crowned a saint, and Zao Wuji grasped his spiritual root to break through the Nascent Soul. The old ritual city-states still sing: benevolence, justice, propriety, wisdom and trust, the strong should have everything. Until Wang Minxiu picked up a piece of uranium ore from nuclear waste. A faint light flashed across his fingertips - the ore disappeared out of thin air, and there was a tube of green reagent in his palm. The radiation readings skyrocketed, but the corruption value did not increase by half a bar. He stared at his hands that were known as "waste materials" and slowly opened the corners of his mouth. "It turns out that this body is not useless... It has evolved." When others were going to risk their lives in the Thunder Tribulation Furnace to overcome the tribulation, he squatted deep in the contaminated area to synthesize the anti-radiation elixir. The masters competed for the reserves of merit points, and he casually crushed a ton of uranium ore as jelly beans. Zhao Wuji relied on his spiritual roots to attack the gods, but he didn't know that Wang Yanxiu had already seen through: the so-called etiquette is just the rules written by the strong. When the radiation storm engulfed the city-state, the scavenger stood at the highest point of the ruins, with enough material gathered in his palm to reshape the world. Saint? He just wanted all those who owed debts to pay them back on their knees.
