Transmigrating to the Cultivation World with a Punch That's Millions of Times Stronger

Synopsis

I transmigrated to the cultivation world and immediately went into seclusion to sleep for two years.

Only after I woke up did I realize I had neither spiritual roots nor any clue how to use spells or cultivation techniques. I was the very picture of a good-for-nothing cultivator.

But can someone tell me why, whenever I casually throw a punch, none of the prodigies, sect patriarchs, or even heavenly war gods can take it?

Whether you're a Golden Core or Nascent Soul cultivator, an Immortal Venerable or a Saint King, none of you stand a chance against my fist!

"Spiritual roots? I don't have any."

"Spells? I can't learn them, and I can't be bothered to try."

After all, no matter how many cultivation techniques you have, I can break them all with one punch!

So tell me, who can withstand this invincible fist?

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