Are You Crazy? You Call This Cultivation?

An Zizai, a young man from the modern world, transmigrates to a world of immortal cultivation.

What? I can't cultivate immortality because I'm a transmigrator?

Fine, then. He awakens a sign-in System and gets martial arts techniques from his past life by signing in.

What? You say martial arts are inferior to immortal cultivation?

That's just a difference between worlds. If our worlds are on the same level, a martial artist like me can still beat a cultivator like you to death.

An elder from a sacred cultivation sect: "They said it would be Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms, but this shameless bastard conjured eighteen dragons and ** beat me up!"

A demonic sect emperor: "Damn it, have you ever seen a Buddha Palm as big as a mountain? One slap and everything's gone!"

Many years later, now revered as the Martial Ancestor, An Zizai sighs to himself: "Life is so lonely, like snow."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.