Make the Immortal Alliance Great Again

Chen Wangchao jolted awake from unconsciousness, the cold touch of metal pressed against his back. He was lying on an operating table, about to have his spiritual root harvested while he was still alive.

This world was rotten to the core.

The great families of the Immortal Alliance monopolized the spiritual veins and lorded over everyone. Low-ranking cultivators struggled like ants, and even their spiritual roots belonged to the powerful.

And he had only the lowest-grade mixed spiritual root, destined to be cast aside.

Until

He awakened a unique spiritual root: the Periodic Table of Elements.

A fire spiritual root? Just a chemical reaction from hydrogen and oxygen burning!

A lightning spiritual root? Nothing but electromagnetic induction!

The Immortal Alliance’s mountain-protecting formation? A flimsy toy before a radioactive spiritual root!

“Since you’ve turned cultivation into oppression...” Chen Wangchao raised his hand, and the radiance of uranium-235 fission blossomed in his palm. “Then let the Immortal Alliance be great again!”

That day, the throne atop the Immortal Alliance’s mountain was swallowed by a ball of nuclear fire, and the statues of the old era were reduced to ashes in a chain reaction.