Rusty Iron Knocking on the Sky Gate

Spiritual energy is borrowed, karma is bought, and even this life is given by the sect. In this world of cannibalistic immortality, if you want to live decently, you have to learn to kneel. But Lu Chen's knees were stiff and he couldn't kneel down. So he had his spiritual roots shattered, his spine broken, and he was thrown into the sword washing pool like garbage. Since the path of spiritual cultivation is dead, then we should stop cultivating. Lu Chen held a rusty sword in the mud. He does not seek immortality or ask about heaven's secrets. He only repairs one thing - "dead line". Whether it was the lofty ancestor of Nascent Soul, the impregnable mountain-protecting formation, or the arrogant and unreasonable way of heaven... In Lu Chen's eyes, they were just a tangled mess, and a knot that would collapse with just a slight poke. "My sword will not cut off the physical body, but only the rules that you are proud of."