I, Who Have No Spiritual Roots, Ignited the Beacon of Humanity

On the day of mercy, the fairy music in Yujing is misty. On the same day, three hundred sword cultivators from Shu Mountain blew themselves up in the Blood Moon Canyon, leaving no trace of their bodies. My name is Chen Zhuo, a waste with no spiritual roots. I've seen immortals fight, and the aftermath shattered my village. I have seen monsters crossing the border and their claws tearing apart my closest relatives. I have seen the lofty immortal sect call mortals like us necessary "consumables". "What exactly is this immortal cultivating?" "Who is protected by the way of heaven?" No one answered. Until an exiled gentleman told me: Above the spiritual roots, there is still the human heart; beyond the immortal magic, there is another universe. Therefore, I don't practice immortality. I cultivated a strong spirit of "not willing to give in", and cultivated a inner fire of "wanting to survive". I led the farmers, craftsmen, and refugees who also had nothing, and used hoes, hatchets, and flesh and blood to stand up from the scorched earth. They say that we are ants and waste and have no future. Then use these feet to make a path! When the flying sword of the Immortal Sect falls again, when the black tide of the demon clan surges in again. Those of us who were once called ants clenched the crude weapons in our hands, and the weak fire in our chests became one. No hope? Then let's create a hope!