An Immortal Venerable Lives in My Doll

Yang Cong, a socially anxious shut-in, had a crush on the goddess at his company's front desk for two years, but didn't even dare speak to her.

After steeling himself, he spent all his savings to commission a life-size, lifelike doll of her.

But on the first night after it arrived, the doll opened its eyes and said:

"Foolish mortal, why haven't you hurried to bring this sovereign down from the altar?"

A fragment of an immortal sovereign's soul, killed in the turbulent currents between two worlds, had somehow taken up residence inside the doll!

From then on, Yang Cong's single-occupancy apartment became a cultivation dojo:

The immortal sovereign imparted techniques, all things resonated, and his bridge-like physique awakened...

Other people cultivated in blessed grotto-heavens. He cultivated with a doll that could insult him.

When turbulent currents of spacetime tore apart the sky screen and a demonic tide bore down upon them,

this socially anxious man, who once could barely get a word out,

held the immortal sovereign's legacy and stood at the forefront of the cross-world battle against the demons.

"Immortal Sovereign, it's your turn to handle this one."

"This sovereign is only a remnant soul. You're the one who can move."

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