I’m the Only Cultivator in the World, but This Is a World of Martial Arts

[Cultivation] [Invincible] [Lucky Pouch System] [No Female Lead] [Ruthless and Decisive]

Synopsis: Three hundred years ago, the Abyss descended upon the Yuanyang Realm. Demonic beasts ran rampant across the land, and the five great human nations built sanctuaries, ushering in an era of advanced martial arts.

Lin Bei transmigrated into the body of an ordinary man with no martial meridians. Just as he was on the brink of despair, the Lucky Pouch System activated.

“Martial artist? Esper? Cultivator? Pick one of the three?”

“If I hesitated for even a moment, it would be an insult to cultivators.”

And so, the Yuanyang Realm lost a martial artist, but gained an immortal in blue robes with long hair.

At the same time, everyone felt a tiny bit of the shock cultivators could inspire.

Martial arts prodigy: “Being born in the same era as him is both lucky and tragic.”

Martial arts grandmaster: “I can uproot mountains, but compared to Lin Bei, I'm no more than an ordinary mortal.”

Primordial demonic beast: “As long as he's around, our beast clan will never have its day.”

Cosmic powerhouse: “Go to the Yuanyang Realm and seek the immortal.”

Lin Bei: “I just want to find a quiet place to open my lucky pouches. Why are you all chasing me?”

Across the Myriad Worlds and the eternal cosmos, Lin Bei's footsteps and legends could be found everywhere.

Yet when Lin Bei became an immortal and looked back upon the road he had traveled,

he saw countless beauties turned to bones and heroes grown old, while he alone remained forever young.

“Ten thousand years and a thousand autumns, all a dream. Youth fades, seas change to mulberry fields... Only the Heavenly Dao endures, unchanged...”