Every cultivator in the world must first be tested for spiritual roots.
With spiritual roots, you can join an immortal sect. Without them, you remain mortal for life.
Ye Bugui was tested for sixteen years. He had none.
He stood in the rain at Soulbreak Cliff for three years and tried to force open his meridians 307 times. Everyone laughed and called him insane.
Until the day a bolt of heavenly lightning struck.
The seventh meridian opened against all odds.
No spiritual roots? He refined his meridians into formation patterns and turned his body into a formation base, carving a formation into his dantian by sheer force. Others cultivate immortality through talent. He cultivates by enduring everything with his flesh and blood.
His qi sea is three times the size of an ordinary person's, and he can unleash thirty spells in succession without running dry. Others are depleted after three. He recovers completely in fifteen minutes. His greatest talent is wearing his opponents down until they die.
Ye Bugui understood what he carried on his shoulders.
A door.
For three hundred years, people had believed spiritual roots were an innate threshold. Only he knew the truth: someone had deliberately built that threshold.
Later, after reaching the Great Ascension Realm and entering the Dao, he revealed The Seven Meridians Opened Against All Odds to the entire world.
Those with spiritual roots panicked, traditionalists moved against him, and sects from across the world came to kill him.
Alone, with only his formation, he stood before millions.
"You say those without spiritual roots aren't worthy of cultivating immortality?"
"Then today, I'll show you..."
"Who isn't worthy."
