From the Start, My Cultivation Was Worthless, So I Defied Heaven on My Own

Spirit meridians determine talent, and talent determines one's fate. This is an unchanging ironclad rule in this world.

Three years ago, Lin Chen's spirit meridians shattered, leaving him a cripple whom the entire sect mocked.

No System, no slumbering immortal elder, no treasure falling from the sky.

While others cultivate by drawing on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, he makes a furnace of his own flesh and blood and a flame of his will. In darkness, with no one believing in him, he painstakingly forges a path of defying fate that belongs to him alone.

Just as everyone believes he will be trapped at the bottom forever, one punch from him shatters the glory of the favored geniuses and tears open a truth sealed away for ten thousand years.

I seek no chance bestowed by heaven, nor do I pray to the gods for strength.

My path is mine to forge; my fate is mine to decide.