Many cultivators sighed deeply after learning of Zhou Long's circumstances. With his temperament and talent, if he had been able to set foot on the path of immortal cultivation, his achievements would surely have been extraordinary.
Yet it was as if the heavens had played a joke on him. Even one inferior Spirit Root would have been enough; diligence could make up for clumsiness. But unfortunately, dozens of immortal cultivators examined him one after another, and the result was always the same.
He had suffered every hardship, but in the end, he still had no fate with the path of immortal cultivation.
Zhou Long was nearly driven mad with rage.
He had once been a proud son of heaven, yet now he seemed no different from trash. Such a gap, such a blow, was not something everyone could bear. If it had been someone else, even if they had not sunk into ruin because of it, they would certainly have given up all hope.
Yet Zhou Long did not grow dispirited. He refused to accept it. And this fellow truly was a genius. Though he could not step onto the path of immortal cultivation, he trained worldly martial arts to the extreme.
But so what? Leaving aside the fact that martial arts were not worth mentioning when compared with an immortal cultivator's Dharma Treasure, even if he could win a fight, it would not help extend his lifespan by even half a bit.
In the end, he still could not compare to Zhang Bao. Zhou Long was unwilling to accept it. He began exploring the martial path, and through a twist of fate, discovered that certain demonic beasts underwent mutations. These mutated demonic beasts had no Demon Core in their bodies, but instead possessed an extra crystal core.
That kind