In a world where might dictated destiny, those born without spirit roots were regarded as little more than discarded husks,worthless, powerless, forsaken by heaven itself.

He was one such outcast.

They called him a burden. 

A broken soul. 

Mocked as a cripple from birth, cast into the outer sect like a stray beast, fated to spend his days sweeping floors and drawing water in servitude.

His name was Jiang Xuan.

But today, the tides of fate would turn crimson.

The Sect’s Recruitment Square teemed with eager young disciples, each one brimming with hope and ambition. 

One by one, they stepped forward, pressing their hands against the Spirit Crystal. 

In response, radiant lights erupted,flames of fire, torrents of water, gusts of wind, and the steady pulse of earth.

Each display was a declaration of potential, of promise.

Then came Jiang Xuan’s turn.

He placed his palm on the crystal.

Silence.

Not a flicker. Not a glimmer. 

The crystal remained dark,lifeless.

The elder overseeing the ceremony narrowed his eyes, lips curling in disdain. 

“Another wretched failure. You should be thankful you’re even allowed to breathe the same air as true cultivators. From this day forth, you are nothing but a servant disciple.”

A wave of laughter swept through the crowd.

“Another useless piece for the scrap heap.”

“I guess someone’s got to clean our chambers now.”

Jiang Xuan lowered his head, face unreadable, eyes shadowed beneath his brows.

Yet within, a tempest raged,a storm of fury, humiliation, and something far deeper.

They had no idea who,or what,they were mocking.

Suddenly, a cold voice echoed inside his mind, sharp as a blade and ancient as time itself.

[System Initializing… Binding Complete. ]

[Welcome, Host. Destiny Reversal System Online. ]

At that moment, the world around him seemed to tremble.

While others celebrated their blessings, Jiang Xuan felt an ancient power stir within the depths of his being.

A mark. A remnant from a forgotten age. 

A legacy buried beneath centuries of dust and myth.

And before his eyes, a single line materialized, glowing faintly in the darkness of his consciousness.

[Hidden Bloodline Detected: Primordial Spirit Devourer. ]

The elder gestured dismissively, voice laced with contempt. “Scram to the servant quarters before I break both your legs.”

Jiang Xuan lifted his gaze, lips curving into the faintest trace of a smile.

You will regret this. Every last one of you.

As twilight descended, while others honed their talents under the moonlight, Jiang Xuan was ordered to clean the desolate Scripture Pavilion,an isolated, long-forgotten building cloaked in silence and dust.

Inside, the air was thick with the scent of aged parchment and decay. Tomes lay untouched, veiled in cobwebs, their wisdom sealed away like secrets never meant to be unearthed.

But deep within the shadows of the pavilion, something stirred.

Something waiting.

A tattered scroll pulsed faintly, its glow invisible to ordinary eyes,yet unmistakable to Jiang Xuan.

Drawn by instinct, he reached out and grasped it.

[Forbidden Technique: Soul Engulfing Heaven Art ]

His smile widened,this time, filled with cruel promise.

Cripple? No.

I will slaughter my way to the heavens.

Thus began the ascent of a devil in disguise,one who would rise from ashes, carve his path through blood, and rewrite the laws of destiny itself.