Ling Jue was universally known in the cultivation world as a good-for-nothing. Born with five mixed spiritual roots, he had barely scraped by for three years as an outer disciple of Qingyun Sect, unable even to reach the third level of Qi Refining. He endured endless scorn and bullying.
Then, just as his fellow disciples knocked him into a freezing pool, the ancestral jade pendant on his chest suddenly lit up. The Myriad Fusion System had awakened.
Useless cultivation techniques that everyone else dismissed as trash? Fuse them, and they transform into top-grade heavenly-rank divine arts!
Defective pills nobody wanted? Fuse them, and they become Nine-Turn Resurrection Immortal Pills!
Broken, abandoned magical artifacts? Fuse them, and they’re forged into innate spiritual treasures in minutes!
What did it matter if someone was a prodigy, or belonged to a prestigious sect or clan? Before absolute power, they were all nothing but chickens and dogs.
At the outer-sect tournament, this so-called “good-for-nothing” defeated the ten greatest direct disciples in a row and shattered the sect’s arena with a single sword strike, leaving the entire sect speechless.
During his secret-realm expedition, he collected countless treasures and fused them with countless legacies, sparking a scramble among the various sects. Then he turned around and ground a holy land’s saintly son into the dirt.
When the gods and Buddhas of the heavens sent down a tribulation of nine levels of thunder to erase this anomaly who had broken the natural order
Ling Jue raised a hand. Ten thousand avenues thundered, and the three thousand Great Daos bowed as one.
“Even if Heaven stands in my way, so what if I defy it!”
