When other people transmigrate, they become immortals, founders of sects, princes, or emperors. Even the least fortunate can rise from the bottom. But I transmigrated as a cat. What the heck is that supposed to be? No talent, no pedigree. Is this a joke? In this world of Journey to the West, where heavenly immortals are as common as dogs and golden immortals roam everywhere, what can a lowly little demon like me even do? Great Lord, come out here. I promise I won't kill you. Did everyone who transmigrated before me already snatch up all the good bodies?
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
