“Heh heh, bet you didn't expect that the Ancient Record of the Primordial Ashen Heavens you've painstakingly cultivated for ten years is an incomplete fragment that cripples your meridians!”
“An incomplete fragment? Then have you ever seen... a true primordial god or demon?”
Black-gold tribulation flames blazed in Shen Jichuan's eyes. His spine rang like a divine sword leaving its sheath, and a thousand-zhang-tall demonic body rose from the ground. One punch shattered mountains and rivers for ten thousand miles, and the immortals and gods in the sky all bowed their heads!
He had been the lowliest adult sword-fragment smith in the Taoyuan Sword Sect's Sword-Washing Pool, born with a “dead meridian and crippled body.” But Mo Jiuyuan, a prodigy's protector, had chosen him as a scapegoat, secretly giving him a meridian-crippling manual and a vicious, poisonous sword, all so he could draw the killing intent and test the pill's toxicity in place of the true young sect master.
Mo Jiuyuan thought he was drinking poison to quench his thirst, slowly killing himself. Shen Jichuan, however, discovered that his dead-meridian crippled body was the only key to cultivating this forbidden art of the primordial gods and demons!
While others practiced swordsmanship and sought immortality, he devoured baleful energy to forge his body, using ten thousand swords as food!
When the protector arrived with the young sect master to harvest this “scapegoat medicine human,” a black-gold hand slowly reached out from the bottom of the Sword-Washing Pool...