Cultivation to Minus Infinity

Others tested the spiritual root talent, and the attributes were full and brilliant. Qin Ling took the test three times, and all three times were "no". He was raised by his family as a waste for sixteen years, living in a woodshed and eating leftovers, and even mortals could step on him. Until that night, a demonic monk slapped his chest with his palm. The spiritual energy was so strong and cold that anyone else would have his internal organs broken. But Qin Ling didn't die. The spiritual power of that palm was gone when it entered, and was completely swallowed up by something that had been hidden in his body for sixteen years. It's like pouring a glass of water into the desert without even leaving a watermark. What's even more outrageous is that the demonic monk couldn't pull back his hand and watched his own cultivation being pulled out of his spiritual veins by an irresistible suction force. Before leaving, his legs were shaking, and he squeezed out a word in his throat that would make all monks' scalps tingle when they heard it. "The Devourer." The day the news leaked out, the entire Iron Bone City exploded. The righteous alliance formed a pursuit team, the demonic forces offered a reward, and even the Tiandao Academy thousands of miles away was looking through the old seal records. They are all looking for the same answer: What is buried under this continent that has been sealed by positive spiritual energy for 30,000 years? But no one told Qin Ling this answer. He only knew that every time he approached the wordless stone tablet in the forbidden area of ​​​​the back mountain, his chest would be so tight that he could hardly breathe. The black spider web-like lines spread from his heart to his limbs, as if he had woken up. It knows the monument. There is something under the monument, and I know him.