When he was twelve, his own brother, Ling Jue, wiped out the entire Ling family and tossed him over the high wall like a dead dog.
Everyone thought he was doomed to die in the apocalypse.
But he survived, at the cost of his left leg and a lifetime of disability.
In this world that devours the weak, there is no place for trash.
For revenge, he had no choice but to touch the cursed “useless core” inside him.
Others cultivated by absorbing fragments of laws. He cultivated by enduring them with his life on the line.
Every time he recorded an enemy’s law-based skill, he had to endure the excruciating pain of his meridians snapping apart.
A boy with a crippled leg, drenched in blood, and a mountain of corpses piled behind him finally stood before his godlike older brother.
“Brother, you said my crystal core was useless. But now, every crystal core in the world is in my hands.”
Ling Ye gripped the battered iron shovel and grinned savagely.
“Look. Now I can bury you and this filthy world... all of it.”
