Transmigration: Even a Good-for-Nothing Can Cultivate to Immortality

"Holy shit!"

He'd only gone home for Tomb-Sweeping Day to visit a grave. He slipped on the wet ground and took a tumble. Surely that wasn't enough to make him transmigrate?

But reality gave Jie Yang no time to think. He had no idea which deity he'd offended, but the ground beneath his feet was covered in severed heads, and the stench of blood around him was so overpowering he nearly passed out.

Ugh!

Scared out of his wits, he took off running, throwing up as he went. What a sight.

He'd humiliated himself beyond repair.

After running for a while, he finally dared to stop. He had no idea where he was.

As far as he could see, towering trees blocked out the sky. Fuck...

Jie Yang's legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground. He was so damn close to tears. What kind of hellhole had he transmigrated to? The least it could do was give him a hint!

Suddenly, a wave of unfamiliar memories surged into his mind...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.