Ten years after transmigrating to the world of cultivation, Lu Wuyuan’s spirit-measuring stone still glows not at all.
In the Yunhai Sect, where spiritual roots determine a person’s worth and cultivation realms decide who lives or dies, everyone sees him as a good-for-nothing mortal who can’t sense even a trace of the world’s spiritual energy. He endures endless contempt and ridicule.
Yet no one knows that he has bound himself to the [Limitless Panel].
He doesn’t need to painstakingly cultivate techniques or draw in spiritual energy. Simply breathing, walking, eating, or even sleeping lets him stack his basic attributes without limit!
[Take one deep breath: Qi and blood +10, vitality +10]
[Throw one punch: Pure strength +100]
[Take an attack: Defense +1000, gain damage immunity]
Ten years later.
When the sect ruthlessly strips him of his status and banishes him to a barren back mountain teeming with monsters, there to fend for himself, the realm’s number-one empress is betrayed. Her divine nature shattered, she crashes down into his courtyard as a rain of meteors.
Her pursuers tear through the void and arrive. A mighty cultivator of the Core Formation stage sweeps his sword through the air, intent on reducing the back mountain to rubble.
As the gravely wounded empress watches in despair, Lu Wuyuan sighs, raises a mortal finger devoid of the slightest ripple of spiritual power, and gives a gentle flick.
“Ding!”
The flying sword shatters into pieces, and the Core Formation cultivator bursts into a cloud of blood mist.
The aloof, childless empress stares at the man who can shatter a continent with one slap yet shows no sign of cultivation whatsoever. Her entire worldview collapses. “And you call yourself a mortal?!”
