Mecha High Martial Arts: My Engine Can Transmigrate Across Myriad Worlds

The Qingyun Sect's annual awakening ceremony was held in the vast square below Qingyun Peak.

The sixteen-year-olds took turns stepping onto the stage and placing their hands on the Awakening Stone. A phantom image of a mecha engine would light up on its surface. Some emitted blue flames, others swirled with purple smoke, and the patterns of their engines crawled up their arms, covering half their bodies. They looked as imposing as little suns.

Then it was Lin Qi's turn.

He put his hand on the stone and took a deep breath. The stone gave a little puff, spitting out a wisp of black ash. It coughed twice, then fell silent.

The square was quiet for a moment, then erupted in laughter.

The presiding elder didn't even raise an eyelid. He drew a line in the register: "Spirit Engine: scrap. Assigned to menial labor, posted to the Scrap Iron Storehouse. Report there."