Nine Realms Destroy the Emperor

Yang Chen has been a waste for six years. In Qingshi City, everyone knows that the young man at the back door of the Yang family compound has a dantian that is like a dry well, and he cannot cultivate any spiritual energy no matter how hard he cultivates it. He carried the heaviest stones in the mine, received the most severe beatings, and ate the coldest meals. The cousin stepped on his basket, the clan leader took away his money, and even the wild dogs in the mine didn't bother to bark when they saw him. Only An He believed him. The girl appeared in the backyard every morning, stuffed him with two meat buns and a bowl of ginger soup, and said, "Brother Yang Chen, you will definitely become a very powerful person in the future." He remembered these words for six years. It is recorded in the ashes, in the wounds, and in every mouthful of blood swallowed. Until that day, he opened a different eye under the mine. He saw the criss-crossing lines between heaven and earth, the trajectory of the flow of spiritual energy, and the spirit-swallowing lock in his Dantian that had been locked for six years. It turns out he is not useless. He was blocked. A broken sword, a black stone, a dragon abyss sunk in the ground. He started to climb up step by step. From Qingshi City to Qingyun Sect, from the Imperial Capital of Daqian to the Nine Domains Holy Land. Those who stepped on him back then could not even catch up with his shadow. But when he finally stood at the top of the Nine Realms, he realized that the cost of repairing this broken heaven was far greater than he thought. And the girl who said she wanted to see him become a very powerful person has been waiting for him for too long. "Brother Yang Chen, you will definitely become a very powerful person in the future." "I'll wait and see." This is a story about crawling out of the mud.