Liu Yiba was once a high-ranking corporate executive, but he unexpectedly transmigrated to a cultivation world.
“If your talent isn’t enough, magic treasures will make up the difference.”
“I have a grand ambition: to give every female cultivator under heaven the chance to become beautiful. I want them all to wear black stockings.”
From the start, he had a useless aptitude, so he sold stockings throughout the cultivation world, made a fortune, and collected magic treasures.
Years later, at the edge of the East Sea, atop Cang Mountain,
Liu Yiba used his Nascent Soul cultivation to slay a Divine Transformation expert all by himself.
“I have a sword called Soulchaser.”
The divine sword Soulchaser split into a hundred, then a thousand, shooting forth with a howl.
“I have a hammer called Primordial Origin.”
The massive Primordial Origin Hammer rose to the heavens, then transformed into a storm of hammers covering the sky.
“I have a sword called Deliverance.”
The divine sword Deliverance swept out lightly, yet cleaved the firmament, shattering the heavens and earth.
“I have a pagoda called Boundless.”
The Boundless Pagoda swelled in the wind. Supreme mystical light descended, pressing everything beneath it.
“I have a banner called Unbounded.”
With a wave of the Unbounded Mystic Banner, countless troops and beasts appeared from thin air. Every one of them was a divine-mechanism puppet with an impressive self-destructing blast.
The cultivators on the sea and beneath the mountain stared in awe.
“That battle was truly obscenely extravagant.”
“I, Ao Tian, would call him the most aggrieved Divine Transformation expert to die in ten thousand years.”
“Fellow Daoist Yiba, might you be looking for a dual-cultivation partner? I, the Northern Sea Empress, would be honored to share your bed.”
