Master of Ten Thousand Formations

Su Chen, the once-in-a-century formation-defective body of Qingyun Sect. He couldn't even sense the most basic spirit-gathering formation, was ridiculed by the entire sect, had his engagement called off, and was expelled from the inner sect. Everyone said he would be a waste for the rest of his life. But they didn't know that on the night he was expelled, a blood-stained ancient stone slab crashed into his sea of consciousness. It wasn't a useless stone. It was the 'Primordial Ten Thousand Formations Chart' left by the supreme formation master of ancient times. From then on, he used heaven and earth as his chessboard and all things as his pieces. Your proud sword formation? I'll casually set a trapping formation and have you trapped until your lifespan runs out. Your treasured secret realm? Sorry, that was just a trap I casually set three thousand years ago. You gather a hundred thousand troops to besiege me? Sorry, every inch of land beneath your feet is my killing formation. From the abandoned disciple of Qingyun Sect to the supreme formation master of all realms—this world doesn't talk about talent. It talks about brains. Whoever has the better brain calls the shots. — Description from novelcodex.org