Breeding the Universes

Jiang Ni traveled to the world of cultivation and detected the five spiritual roots. Wasted spiritual roots, useless people, waste—that's what everyone said. He was rejected by the Cangshan Sect and lived in the Rusty Bone City where his spiritual veins were exhausted, making a living by picking up the remnants of discarded magic weapons. This is the bottom layer of the world of cultivation, and the spiritual energy is so thin that even the foundation-building monks don't bother to set foot there. Jiang Ni thought he was just unlucky and fell into the trap of a loser. Until he dug out a severed finger deep in an abandoned mine vein. It is made of metal and is engraved with Sanskrit characters. The incision is not flesh and blood, but a golden wire as thin as a hair. From that day on, he started hearing things he shouldn't have heard. The rise and fall of spiritual energy had some kind of pattern that he couldn't explain. Records about ancient times in ancient books are all missing the same page. There is a line of last words that have been chiseled out on the ascension platform. No one knows what the complete sentence is. After he practiced a broken technique, he began to have a recurring dream - there was an expressionless version of himself in the huge mirror, staring at him. The Buddhist monk sent a bronze monk to search Rusty Bone City, and what he was looking for seemed to be what he had in his hand. Jiang Ni was forced to flee into the ancient ruins deep in the mine veins. There, he touched the cracks of the world for the first time. And on the other side of the rift, something was looking at him.