I Was Ruined by Refining, and I Was Left Alone by the Remaining Soul in the Ring.

The geniuses of the sect always like to wear ancient soul rings to show off the remnant souls of their predecessors who have taught them how to practice. It's a pity that my qualifications are too weak, and even the residual soul ignores me, so I had to pick up a useless bronze ring that no one wanted. I thought my life was hopeless, but I didn't expect that in the dead of night one night, an angry and angry voice came from the ring: "I am the Supreme Being of the Immortal Realm, and I have been trapped here for thousands of years by a traitor. How could you be so useless, kid?" Just when I was afraid to admit my mistake, the voice suddenly shocked and exulted: "Wait a minute! Your spiritual veins are not useless, they are ancient divine veins!"