Xuan Ying Ling Shu Lu

When I used "it" to swallow the shadow of a living person for the first time in the endless dark night of this world of immortality, the spiritual power as hot as lava exploded in my mind. I knew that I was on a path of no return. My name is Wang Yu, and when I woke up, I became a dying person in this alien continent with a broken Dantian and a dead spiritual root. The original owner of the body had just died together with a shadow demon that broke into the sea of ​​consciousness. All that was left to me, apart from the wounds all over my body, was this strange "shadow puppet" hidden in my shadow and connected to my life. It can swallow the shadows of all spirits and turn their spiritual power into mine. In this world of the jungle, this is undoubtedly the only light in despair. However, this light is poisonous. My consciousness is growing like crazy, but my body is like a broken skin. Every time I swallow it, my head is splitting and blood oozes from all my orifices. Everyone in the world of cultivating immortals knows that the Five Spiritual Roots are the discarded children of the Great Dao, and it will be difficult to see the door to the foundation in a lifetime. However, I discovered that this abandoned spiritual root, which is disgusted by the world, and the mixed soul power fed back by the shadow puppet, actually formed a fatal resonance in my body - it was a shortcut for me to quickly gain strength, and it was also a cage that could explode at any time and make me lose my soul. If you want to bear its power, you must first cast its body. From then on, during the day, I was the most humble and looked-down useless handyman in the sect, working hard on my bones and muscles, swallowing hundreds of herbs, and using the most clumsy and painful way to beat this tattered skin; at night, my shadow turned into the most dangerous hunter, grabbing strength and vitality in unknown corners. I fought from the Dark City to the ancient battlefield, from the broken ruins to the foreign wasteland.