A Thousand-Hole Battle Body, Supreme Without a Spirit

A useless spiritual root? Yet in this life, all I can do is watch a good-for-nothing mortal who can't cultivate immortality use a pair of nunchucks, a throw, a punch, and brute strength to physically beat every prodigy, sect, immortal, and god in the Immortal Realm! Hilarious contrast, nonstop thrills! While others climb toward the heavens through cultivation, he bulldozes his way against fate with his bare body. But the farther the story goes, the more the world feels a chill down its spine... This smiling young man is no abandoned child of the Heavenly Dao. He is a lone god from beyond the myriad heavens, burdened with the fate of dying in battle across the universe, destined to be invincible and just as destined to be eternally alone. He sweeps away immortals and demons, tramples the Heavenly Dao, and cultivates into the one and only Supreme Being Without a Spirit Root throughout the ages. Until, at last, the truth is revealed: His heart is the heart of the moon. As long as he lives, the myriad heavens remain at peace. If he leaves, the sea of stars will collapse. The invincible Stick Sovereign, peerless through the ages, is ultimately imprisoned for life by an entire planet. A century after the ending All beings live in happiness, and no one knows the truth. The funniest mortal in the world conceals the universe's most tragic apotheosis. Sorry, that is an extraterrestrial soul, not bound by the Heavenly Dao of this world!