Nine Death Embers

Lu Xian has been rejected thirteen times in his life. Miscellaneous spiritual roots, thirteen immortal sects, thirteen sentences of "no harvest". The fourteenth place where he was admitted, half of the mountain gate collapsed, the sect leader was a sloppy old man, and there were only two people in the sect. The old man passed him a book about broken martial arts, and there was a fatal flaw hidden in the first page. He saw it after just one glance. He took a look at what the old man only discovered after practicing for three months. But mortal spiritual roots are mortal spiritual roots after all. What others absorb in one day takes him a hundred days. Everyone said this road would not work, but he didn't believe it. A cracked ax was used to cut firewood to support the sect, a broken sword secret method was used to enter the secret realm to kill monsters, and a dead wood spiritual plant extended his life three times, and he crawled back four times. Later, he propped up a mountain gate by himself, carried the hatred of a clan by himself, and fought through the spiritual world from the mortal world to the battlefield outside the territory. Nine times of near death, nine times of rising from the ashes. Opposite him for the ninth time stood the Wuji Guixu Lord - the incarnation of the end of everything in the heavens and worlds. He asked Lu Xian: "What are you doing to stop me?" Lu Xian touched the wine gourd on his waist that had been empty for many years, and pulled the broken sword out of the ground. "One more life." He came from the bottom of the mortal world and walked up against the wind. When he reaches the end, even the sky will have to make way for him.