His name is Shen Qingwu, the most inconspicuous waste in the Cangwu Sect's miscellaneous room - on the day of testing the spiritual root, the test stone didn't even light up.
No one expected that the moment he picked up a broken Jianling Stone in the back mountain and scratched his hand, the Pharmacopoeia System of All Worlds would quietly awaken, and the bloodline of the All-Medicine Holy Body would be unsealed at the same time.
From this we can learn from all things: the dead tree stumps are the chaotic green lotus, the useless elixir recipe is the lost ancient recipe, and the weeds all over the mountain are the treasures of heaven and earth.
Along the way, he appraised treasures and slapped him in the face, killed enemies by leapfrogging levels, and used elixirs to overcome tribulations - others could overcome tribulations through the gates of hell, but he had to take tonics to overcome tribulations. God would have struck him with more thunder because his foundation was too thick to withstand it.
He was an emperor in the nine arts of refining Ten Thousand Medicines, collecting Holy Cauldrons, and cultivating alchemy arrays, puppets, and poisons. From a handyman to the master of the Ten Thousand Medicines Immortal Sect, he then pushed across the three realms and ascended to become a god.
But the moment he refined the Ten Thousand Medicine Holy Pill, he understood: This physique, which has been coveted by the demon king from outside the territory for thousands of years, was never a talent, but the last hand left to this world by the ancient medicine emperor.
My calamity is your calamity.
