Remnant Immortal: Ethereal Spiritual Root, He Was Hunted Down at the Beginning

"The ethereal root can hold all the things that shouldn't be held." I've traveled through time. The root of ethereal spirit is born in the realm of casting platform, and the crane descends from the white clouds with jade in its mouth. Everyone said that I was the Qian family's greatest hope in hundreds of years. Until the test stone exploded in front of me, my soul was shattered on the ground, and I was resurrected with only half a life and cracks all over my body. There is a rule in the world of cultivation: geniuses who are too talented but have no backers will either be taken away or destroyed. The Taiyi Sect took a fancy to my ethereal roots, and the Yunling Realm chased me for three thousand miles. There are more eyes in the forbidden area than the living people I have ever seen, and the mummies under the blood pool are denser than the stones in the mine. They want to refine me, eat me, and use me to make elixirs. But I have ethereal roots, emptiness, so I can hold everything they gave me - pain, fear, and the debris torn from their bodies every time they were near death. They all want me to die, so I will show them alive. As long as I'm alive, I've become what they fear most.