I! Nascent Soul Monk! Use Your Cultivation Skills Sparingly in the Wasteland

Lin Du traveled through time. Good news: Before time travel, he was at the peak of Nascent Soul. He could cut long rivers and shatter thousands of mountains with one finger. Bad news: There is no aura in this broken world, and you can't make up for it with a little bit of cultivation. Worse news: As soon as he passed through, he was blocked in the camp by "Steel Skeleton Warriors" whose arms were modified into hydraulic machinery. The leader grabbed his wrist and said with a grin: "Little beauty, come with me." Lin Du lowered his head and looked at his grabbed hand, and then at the face that was so close. He hates two things most in his life: First, his cultivation is wasted in meaningless places. Second, someone touched his hand. That night, the people in the Starfire Camp saw for the first time what it means to "some people you can't afford to offend". But they didn't know that this young man, who looked less than twenty years old, was once a Nascent Soul monster who had lived in the upper world for hundreds of years. They also didn't know that every punch he threw was consuming his own cultivation that he could never get back. Later, people in the wasteland began to call him "Brother Lin". Later, they called him "Lord of the Deep".