After traveling through the world of immortality for ten years, Lu Wuyuan's spiritual stone was always dim.
In the Yunhai Sect, which judged one's level by one's spiritual roots, and defined life and death by one's realm, he was regarded by the whole sect as a useless human being who could not sense even a trace of the aura of heaven and earth, and was looked down upon and ridiculed by.
However, no one knew that he was bound to the [Wuji Panel].
There is no need to practice hard skills or breathe out spiritual energy. As long as you breathe, walk, eat or even sleep, you can superimpose basic attributes without limit!
[Take a deep breath: Qi and blood +10, vitality +10]
[Punch a punch: Pure power +100]
[Under attack: Defense +1000, gain immunity to damage]
Ten years later.
When he was ruthlessly deprived of his identity by his sect and demoted to fend for himself in a desolate back mountain where monsters were rampant, the first empress in the upper world was betrayed, her godhead was shattered, and she turned into meteors that filled the sky and landed in his small courtyard.
The pursuers came tearing through the void, and with a powerful sword in the Dan Formation stage, Guanghan wanted to raze the back mountain to the ground.
Under the despairing gaze of the seriously injured empress, Lu Wuyuan sighed, stretched out a mortal finger without any spiritual power, and flicked it lightly.
"Ding——"
The flying sword shattered inch by inch, and the pill-forming power turned into blood mist all over the sky.
The cold and merciless empress looked at this man who could shatter the continent with one slap but still had no fluctuation in his cultivation. Her worldview completely collapsed: "You call this a mortal?!"
