I Have All Spiritual Roots and You Say I'm a Waste?

Three years in the past, Wang Yun was a handyman disciple at the lowest level of Tianzong. During the test ceremony, his spiritual roots made the whole place fall into silence - metal, wood, water, fire and earth, the best all-spiritual roots of the five elements. Before they had time to be happy, everyone laughed: "The five elements have mixed spiritual roots, and there is no hope for the Mysterious Pill realm in this life." "Another piece of trash." "Don't go against Senior Brother Zhang, you are not worthy." Wang Yun said nothing. He kept these taunts in his mind like nails in a wall. No one knew that he had a heating gem on his chest; no one knew that he had a technique in his hand that no one had successfully practiced; and no one knew that when the five elements of spiritual energy no longer went their separate ways but were twisted into one - a genius at the eighth level of physical energy could not withstand two of his moves. It took him less than three months to go from the miscellaneous courtyard to the outer gate, from the arena to the secret realm, from the trash that everyone despises to the condensation realm that everyone looks up to. But when he opened the door, what he saw was not the peak. Deep in the secret realm, the seal is loosening. The viciousness in his body moved at his core. Deep in the eldest brother's meridians, there is something that does not belong to him. The world is falling apart. In the center of the collapse, stood a figure covered in five colors of light. Is that his future? Or his past?