My Cultivation Has Been Ruined, and I Decided to Take the Path of Cultivating Immortality Again.

The underground cage is dark, the air is biting, the stone walls are covered with cracks eroded by time, and the air is filled with the smell of decay and death. My name is Su Qingxuan, and I have been imprisoned here for a full hundred years. Curling up on the cold ground, I raised my trembling hands with difficulty. My fingertips traced my meridians, but I couldn't feel the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power. Inside the dantian, there is nothing. The Nascent Soul, which was once as bright as a star and contained majestic power, has long been shattered into nothingness, leaving not even the slightest trace. The meridians were cut off, the spiritual roots withered, and the Nascent Soul cultivation that reached the heavens and the earth was completely abolished. A hundred years ago, I was a rare genius of Qingyun Sect. I cultivated into Nascent Soul at a young age and took charge of the sect. I was high-spirited and looked down upon thousands of monks. My future was limitless.