Earthly Tribulation: Xuanyuan Asked

Xuanyuan Continent, Eastern Region, Qingyun Sect. Outer disciple Mu Yi was huddled in the corner of the martial arts arena, his coarse clothes stained with dust, and the corners of his mouth were bloodshot. Just now, he was publicly humiliated by the inner disciples for "his spiritual roots are mixed and his cultivation is hopeless." Even his ancestral jade pendant with blue patterns was knocked to the ground and cracked. "Trash is trash after all." The cold ridicule pierced his eardrums like needles. Mu Yi clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his palms, but he did not dare to raise his head. The plague that swept through the entire Qinglan Town three years ago took away his parents and caused his already weak fire spirit root to completely collapse, making him a "waste" recognized by everyone in the sect. As night falls, the torches in the martial arts arena are extinguished one after another. Mu Yi dragged his injured body back to the dilapidated wooden house and took out the cracked jade pendant from under the bed. The moonlight shines on the jade through the window lattice, and a faint green light exudes from the cracks, and a line of ancient seal characters vaguely emerges - "The spiritual source of wood is born from dust and returns to dust."