The Ten-Thousand-Year-Old Ancestor of the Cultivation World Transmigrates to the Modern Age

Xiao Ling was once a figure on the Xuanming Continent as powerful as the Heavenly Dao itself. After a thousand years in seclusion, he emerged from his retreat and felt that his connection to the Xuanming Continent had somehow been severed, as if the continent had vanished. After asking around, he learned that he had transmigrated to a world called Earth. But this world was so lacking in spiritual energy that cultivation was impossible, and he felt completely out of place. Everyone on the street stared at him strangely, looking at him as if he were an idiot. It made him deeply uncomfortable.

Xiao Ling: “A phone? Are you trying to harm me? Don't think I don't know that's a top-tier magical artifact!”

“Rent? Never mind whether I'll pay it. First, find out who would dare talk to me like that after I've lived for ten thousand years!”

“WeChat? What kind of top-tier spell is that? Teach me!”

“This dazzling world is irresistible. I've lived for ten thousand years, so can't I enjoy myself a little?”

“Kid, your bones are extraordinary. You look like the chosen one. Want to learn immortal cultivation from me?”

“I'm not a swindler! Young man! Don't go! Hey!”

“A wish? My wish is to restore the glory of the Tianji Sect!”