Is This Really Cultivation?

Two months after transmigrating to a fantasy world, my golden finger still hadn't appeared.

What should I do? Asking online...

You say that if I drip blood onto something to make it recognize me as its master, an old man will appear?

Rings, spittoons, tables, chairs, vases... I even tried a chamber pot. I dripped blood on everything.

No use!

You say I should try jumping off a cliff? Maybe an old man will appear?

Get lost! If you want me dead, just say so!

You say I should try worshipping powerful figures from every plane?

Xiao Yan, Ultraman, Ye Fan, Han Li, Harry Potter, Balala the Fairies, Iron Man, Superman, Thanos...

Qin Hao set up memorial tablets for every powerful figure from every plane he could think of. He bathed, burned incense, and prayed devoutly every day, never slacking off.

Still no use!

You say I should transmigrate again?

Fine! I'm all about taking advice. Qin Hao raised a dagger and slashed at his own throat...

[Ding! Supreme Lottery System successfully bound!]

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Years later, standing atop God King Mountain and gazing down at the countless cultivators kneeling below, Qin Hao couldn't help sighing. “How lonely it is to be invincible!”