Human Emperor: I Opened Heaven

Zhu Chen traveled through time. Before I wore it, I was an orphan in a village in the city. I had a broken copy of "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" under my pillow, and I had been squatting by the trash can picking up bottles for twenty years. After wearing it, I finally found a talent for swordsmanship, and was accepted by the master as a personal passer. I am about to reach the pinnacle of my life—— Then he was framed. His Dantian was shattered, his spiritual roots were withdrawn, and he was driven out of the mountain gate. The woman who dug up his spiritual roots smiled and said, "Trash is trash." Zhu Chen lay on the ground in the mud, feeling as if he had been run over by a car. But he didn't die. One thing was running through his mind all night: I have been kicked to death in a village in the city for more than 20 years. Who do you think you are, a cultivator of immortality? Can't the spiritual energy be saved? Fine. Dantian is gone? Fine. He stuffed spiritual energy into his cells. If one cell cannot be contained, trillions of them will be contained throughout the body. It took ten years to light up the first one, and a million beatings turned me from a piece of scrap metal into a knife. Later he picked up Xuanyuan Sword fragments. Six pieces are engraved with the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, vegetation, and fireworks on earth. Sword Spirit Xing'er's voice was trembling with excitement: "Gather them together and recast them, you will be the new Human Emperor!" Zhu Chen glanced at the sword. There is a penetrating crack on the sword. He asked a question: "Senior Xuanyuan used this sword to kill the Four Saints - did he win?" Xing'er was silent. Zhu Chen collected the contents of the fragments and put them into his own cells. The sword was put together and inserted into the doorway to serve as a door. "I don't want other people's things. If I want them, I'll make them myself." Then he actually built one. Later, he stood in the middle of the universe he created, facing Hongjun, who had been in harmony for hundreds of millions of years, and no one under heaven could control him.