Chen Mo transmigrated, and ended up in a cultivation clan.
He thought he'd stumbled upon an incredible opportunity.
Determined to make the most of it and live forever, he trained diligently day and night. But reality gave him a harsh slap in the face.
"What? This is the Age of Declining Dharma? I've trained so hard for over ten years, and I'm only at the third Qi Refining layer?"
Just as he was about to despair, his System activated. To obtain cultivation resources, he had no choice but to enter the ACG world and start working against his will.
"President? Why can the sword in your hand fly?"
"President? Why do you have an alchemy furnace at home?"
"President? Why is there lightning in your palm?"
"President, you still say you're not an immortal cultivator!"
