Desert Ballad of the Cradle

After thousands of years of practice, only the spirit is respected. The spiritual root determines the talent, and the spiritual light proves the avenue. Everyone in the world is chasing the light of the sky, abandoning the turbidity and darkness, and embarking on the path to immortality with orthodox immortal methods. Only Linchen is the biggest joke in the entire Qingxu Valley. I awakened my spiritual roots four times, but each time was in vain. No spirit, no pulse, no qualifications for practice. He was designated as a once-in-a-century empty soul and useless body, and his path to spiritual practice was completely cut off. From then on, he was demoted to a handyman, doing hard labor every day, and was ignored and trampled upon. Fellow disciples bully at will, geniuses ridicule wantonly, and the sect is indifferent and determined. Everyone is certain that he will be trapped in the quagmire for the rest of his life and will never be able to turn around. But no one knows that the empty soul is not useless, but a heaven-defying Taoist body. His body does not accept the orthodox aura of the world. But it can swallow up the turbid air of the heaven and the earth, the decayed trees and waste spirits, and the dead silence and miasma of the forbidden land. The dross that the world despises is his only source of practice. The place of death that the world avoids is the cave where he is reborn. Three years of forbearance and dormancy, three months of deep cultivation in the forbidden area. Linchen was in a desperate situation and opened up a counter-path in the turbid abyss that no one knew about. He builds the foundation with deathly silence, shapes the abyss with turbidity, and cultivates an invincible body in darkness. When a handyman started a provocation, he suppressed it with his backhand. When Tianjiao provokes him, he breaks the spirit with his bare hands. He stood firm despite the deacon's pressure. The boy with a broken body who was once bullied by everyone has quietly subverted all perceptions. There are thousands of shackles on the orthodox road, and there are many shackles on the bright road. He is the only one who goes against the path of heaven, cultivates both light and dark, and has the same source of life and death. The way of heaven abandoned me, so I was born against the way.