I Usurp the Way of Heaven with My Words and Spirit

There is an old saying in the world of cultivation: Plants and trees have spirits, but human words have no meaning. Lin Yan didn't believe it. He was an abandoned son of the Lin family, and his spiritual roots were weakened. He was nailed to the pillar of shame in the ancestral hall with a letter of divorce. His cousin's sword, the clan leader's cold eyes, and the sneers in the hall were all waiting for him to bow his head and accept his fate. But that night, the stone tablet trembled, golden light entered his body, and a voice fell in his sea of consciousness—— Yan Ling has just woken up. You can define the names of all things and change the nature of all things. He raised his sleeve to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the black plant called "Death Grass" under the steps, and said: "I define you as a panacea." The black grass is shining, and the whole hall is dead silent. From the Lin family to Qingyun, from the outer gate to the inner hall, from the Broken Volume Pavilion to the martial arts stage - what others regard as worn-out shoes, he defines it as a treasure; what others regard as a standard, he breaks it into pieces with one word. Poisonous weeds turn into elixirs, scraps of scrolls turn into heavenly steps, killers switch sides, and Nascent Soul surrenders. Every time he said a word, the rules of this world became looser. But he doesn't define people's hearts. Because some things are higher than the way of heaven. Now that I have come here, I am not here to obey Heaven, but just to change Heaven.