Jump Rope Your Way into the Absolute Zone

He transmigrates into a jump rope,

No matter if you're immortal, demon, saint, beast, or Buddha!

At three thousand rotations, his feet never touch the ground,

At seven thousand, an absolute domain forms a barrier,

Past ten thousand, his figure moves without limit,

And beyond ten thousand, there are hundreds of millions, then trillions, quadrillions, and quintillions.

A nine-colored halo shines behind him, his arms spread wide in a cross,

The rope splits yin and yang, light and dark, and binds beauties beyond compare.

Fellow cultivators, don't run! I'm Qin Lan!

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