Azure skies stretch into the distance, and emerald mountains rise in connected peaks.
Across the Red Earth Continent, immortal mountains stand among the clouds, often home to cultivators.
They breathe the morning breeze and evening dew, drawing in the pure energy of nature.
Only through day after day of effort can they make even the slightest gain;
Only through year after year of cultivation can they advance by an inch.
But there is a group of people who have burst into this world from another time and space.
A century of cultivation, a thousand years of attainment: to them, it is all child's play.
With divine artifacts recognizing them as masters and spiritual medicines bolstering them, they surpass the cultivators around them in the blink of an eye.
They share a common name: transmigrators.
They have shattered the laws of this world, and brought with them the rules of another...
