Cultivating Immortality Begins with Being Buried Alive

My entire clan thought I was born with a useless spirit root and buried me alive.

No one knew my spiritual power had run dry only because a wisp of a female cultivator's remnant soul, asleep for ten thousand years, was hidden in my dantian.

At the moment of my near-death, buried beneath the yellow earth, she awoke.

“You little brat, someone finally beat you half to death.”

From then on, I shattered my spirit root, mastered divine arts, and fought my way out of the dirt with a Heaven-Burning Spear, carving a path to immortality.

From that day on, my surname was Wen. I would collect every debt owed to me, one by one.