Cultivation? Not even dogs would do it. The harder you cultivate, the faster you die!
Su Fan transmigrates into this world and dives straight into the mines.
The Immortal Sects say he was born with blocked meridians, a useless nobody who can't cultivate, and the safest fool in the world.
The day the mine tunnel collapsed, he smashed through a ten-yard-thick rock wall with his bare hands and saved the entire mining crew. He also awakened a seed of power sleeping in his chest.
It was a Fragment of Strength, a primordial law from the dawn of creation, sealed inside his body by the immortals along with his blocked meridians.
And somehow, it had awakened in him.
This world hides a secret that's been kept for ten thousand years: mortals think cultivating immortality means transcending the world, but in truth, it's a sacrifice.
The cultivation techniques passed down for ten thousand years are altered methods for extracting spiritual energy. The deeper you cultivate, the more you're sending yourself up to the heavens.
So-called ascension through tribulation is nothing but the moment your essence, energy, and spirit are drained dry and condensed into a Heavenly Spirit Pearl, sent to the Ninth Heaven to nourish the lofty immortals.
Blocked meridians aren't something people are born with. They're locks made by the immortals.
They lock away the primordial fragments, as well as the unpredictable variables that could overturn the great formation.
Su Fan smashed the lock.
He doesn't want to ascend. He wants the people of this world, along with all the mortals treated as fuel, to raise their heads together.
Strength, speed, body, soul, mind, time, space, fate, fortune: nine fragments and nine people with blocked meridians, all cast aside by the world.
He seeks them out one by one, and protects them one by one.
From the mines to the Spirit-Waste Valley, from Cloudhide Manor to the Ninth Heaven, he leads them in bringing down the three great Immortal Sects and storming the nine heavenly gates, smashing a hole in a prison that has stood for ten thousand years.
Mortals aren't ants. They're blood that can never be drained dry.
It's time to change the heavens.
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