Because of an unfair account, I was sentenced to the five deprivations of heaven and man. In this life, Soul Penetration Douluo, the awakened martial soul is a piece of rust, and my innate soul power is level one. Everyone calls me a waste. But they don't know - the five rust marks are execution orders; the rust plate is a monitoring system. Hunting souls, taking rings, becoming gods... I want to check this set of rules one by one: who made the rules, who collected the money, and who ate the meat.
