Weak, but I Picked Up a God

(Don't read this! It's an embarrassing old work!)

Zhen Bao transmigrates into the body of an ordinary girl whose sword bone has been ripped out.

Her entire village is slaughtered, and she lies amid a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. There is no way out but to wait for death.

A radiant immortal talisman streaks across the sky, beautiful as a shooting star bursting into bloom.

The prestigious cultivation clan, the Ji family, proclaims to the world that they have given birth to a second prodigy with an innate sword bone.

At the time, no one could have imagined that this dying girl would, at the grand cultivation ceremony held once every ten years, trample the Ji family's prodigy underfoot, draw out that sword bone with a single stroke, then crush it before a stunned crowd.

At first, they mocked and bullied her, watching her with cold indifference.

Later, they grew wary of her, feared her, and admired her.

Then they followed her, looked up to her, and saw her as the dawn's flame in the darkness, the only salvation in a sea of suffering.

She was their light.

Ji Zhi was once the chosen son of the Heavenly Dao, sent down to save humanity from imminent disaster.

But on the day he ascended, all of humanity betrayed him.

Ten thousand years later, when Zhen Bao picked up that nameless broken sword, he awoke from his slumber too.

The girl practiced diligently day after day, but her talent was poor. It took a whole month just to master the first sword form.

He watched coldly, saying nothing.

The girl fought to the death, drenched in blood, brushing past death again and again.

He remained indifferent.

Gods were heartless and dispassionate, and so was he. All he had to do was wait for the right moment, then reshape his divine body and become a god on the spot.

But for some reason, when Zhen Bao fell into a pool of blood once again, his heart suddenly clenched. He stepped in front of her without thinking, his voice more shaken than ever: "Could you please learn to protect yourself?"

Later, his divine body was complete. All he had to do was break the Heaven-Locking Array, return to the divine realm, and become a supreme god.

But what if the price was her death?

That day, as the heavens and earth changed color, he destroyed his divine body and remade it as a mortal one.

Later still, the girl wielded her broken sword and faced heavenly tribulation in a mortal body.

He leaped into the vortex of tribulation, looked back at Zhen Bao, and smiled tenderly. "A Bao, take good care of yourself from now on."

[Heartless, Tragic, and Powerful God Male Lead x Emotionally Oblivious Mortal Female Lead Determined to Grow Stronger]

Theme: A mortal can stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods.