What If One Has No Spirit Root? Where the Heart Leads Is the Dao; Wherever Myth Reaches Is Invincibility

In the Primordial World, within the Earth Immortal Realm's Southern Jambudvipa Continent, there was an ordinary little town hidden among the mountains, so obscure that not even Heaven and Earth had recorded its name.

This place was far from the great Immortal Sects. Spiritual qi was sparse, and cultivators were few. Even the occasional wandering rogue cultivator had barely touched the threshold of Qi Refining.

They spent their entire lives trapped in rudimentary methods, never daring to hope for the immortal path of ascension, longevity, and freedom from death.

In the past, immortals had been nothing more than distant legends to all beings in this small town.

Beneath the old banyan tree at the town entrance, an elderly man in a coarse Daoist robe sat upright on a stone bench. He was the town's only guide who understood something of cultivation. Today, he was testing the spirit roots of the town's children who had come of age, opening the path to immortality for them.

Amid the crowd, a plainly dressed child extended his right hand and gently pressed it against the pitch-black spirit-testing stone before the old man.

In an instant, a wisp of nearly imperceptible spiritual qi from between Heaven and Earth gathered on its own like threads of silk, flowing through the child's fingertips into the stone.

The previously dull and lightless stone slowly brightened, and a cluster of crimson spiritual radiance gradually rose from it.

The old man nodded slightly, his voice unable to conceal his surprise and solemnity.

"Mid-grade Fire Spirit Root!"

As soon as the words fell, the surrounding area went silent.

The onlookers all widened their eyes and parted their lips in disbelief before swarming forward in a rush. Their chattering cries of amazement rose one after another.

"A mid-grade spirit root! In all