Everything Is Floating

Yuan Qing always liked to squat in ruins and pick up rags thrown away by others. When others enter the ruins, they are fighting for the treasures of heaven, materials and earth, and they are seizing the inheritance of skills. He was the only one squatting among the ruins, picking up broken bones, broken swords, and blackened stove pieces that others had discarded like worn-out shoes. Some people laughed at him because he was so poor that he picked up trash and used it as treasure. Until the day of the college competition, he raised his hand and punched out an ancient divine fist. The fist penetrated the entire martial arts arena, shattering the Supreme Breastplate of the top-ranked genius. The elders in the room suddenly stood up, thinking that some ancient god who had been sleeping for hundreds of thousands of years had awakened. No one knows his inheritance. Only the wind knows. Those broken bones were once gods who raised their hands to catch stars in ancient times. Those broken swords were once the swords of gods used to cut down stars in ancient times. Those charred furnace pieces were once used to refine the Nine Turns Divine Pill that can bring human flesh and bones to life. What he picked up was not rags. It is all the glory buried by time in the eternal years. Until that day, he picked up a piece of bone that was still warm in the deepest part of the ruins. The moment his fingertips touched the bone surface, memories spanning hundreds of millions of years flooded into his mind—— In the final battle that shattered the timeline, there was a figure who glanced in his direction from a distance before disappearing completely.