Transmigrated to the Immortal Realm, Don't Call Me the God of Song

Cultivation through technology, boundless magic. I sing, and you level up.

I invent bras, crossbows, and grenades, along with shampoo and body wash, then give them to my senior sister and master.

I use the Dongfeng-41 and Little Li’s Flying Dagger to wipe out my enemies.

I was a little-known internet singer from 23rd-century Blue Star.

To my dismay, I transmigrated to the immortal realm and became a special disciple of the Golden Sword Sect.

The dagger I carried becomes a divine artifact. Sprite turns into supreme immortal spirit liquid, peanuts become Saint Infant Fruits, and apples and tomatoes become divine-grade sacred medicines. My phone turns into a tiny baby. I level up by eating spirit stones, and it helps me grow stronger.

Its all-purpose scanning and deduction functions also help me thrive in the cultivation world.

As a result, I create one incredible legend after another.

I become wildly popular in the immortal realm and win the admiration of many beautiful women.

In the end, I become a famous God of Song across the continent and other realms. The story is lighthearted and funny, with plenty of dramatic twists.

After reading, you’ll find yourself pondering it long afterward, filled with countless emotions.