Sword Tomb, Sword Burial

The young man with a useless body cuts the sky with a wooden hairpin! On the day of the spiritual root test, Lin Chen was pronounced "congenital with no pulse" and was a lifelong waste. The fiancée broke the engagement on the spot and threw herself into the arms of her genius cousin. My family took over my ancestral home and forced me to hand over the letter of recommendation from the Immortal Sect that my father had paid for with his life. Blood splattered on the wooden hairpin, and a tomb in which all the swords from the heavens were buried within me came to life. Here, one does not cultivate spiritual power, but only cultivates the ultimate way of defeating all laws with one sword! From then on, with a wooden hairpin, I swallowed gold and iron, devoured divine weapons, and nourished the immortal sword spirit. My cousin led his men to surround and kill him. I tapped my wooden hairpin lightly and used my sword energy to cut off his arms and break his Taoist heart. The genius of the Immortal Sect came over with overwhelming spiritual power, and I smiled slightly: "Your magical power is not as good as the cold light on the tip of my hairpin." When I step on the galaxy and point my sword at the Immortal Emperor, the world trembles. The former fiancée who had abandoned me like a pair of worn-out shoes, knelt in the ruins and trembled and asked: "You... Who are you?" I twisted the warm wooden hairpin in my hand and looked up at the sky: "Me? I'm just a waste who can't cultivate."