The Age of Waste Spirits: I Use Waste Wood to Cultivate Immortality

The spiritual energy of the world of cultivation is exhausted, and the sect competition has become a joke. In the past, the geniuses had exhausted their spiritual energy, and even their swords were shaky. I touched the ancient talisman that was warm in my arms. It was dug out from the waste pile in the back mountain. The master of the Discipline Hall announced that the ceremony was ahead of schedule, regardless of life or death. Some people are desperate, some people are secretly happy. I stood in the corner, watching the talisman in my hand absorbing the waste spiritual energy in the air. What others see as trash has become my only chance of survival. When the game started, my opponent looked at me with disdain: "Trash, you can't even hold a sword, can you?" I smiled: "Brother, times have changed." The ancient talisman lit up, and the waste spiritual energy instantly turned into pure spiritual power. The whole place was silent, only my sword pointed at the sky.