Giving the Cultivation World a Taste of the Twelve Talismans

Lin Can never imagined that watching a cartoon could make him transmigrate to the cultivation world. Fortunately, the cartoon’s twelve talismans became his golden finger.

Where are all the cultivation world’s geniuses? Come on, let me give you a beating!

The innate poison spirit, a great sect’s holy son who has tasted every poison since childhood, has mastered witchcraft, Gu, demonic poisons, and alchemical poisons?

Sorry, the noble horse can purge all outside forces from the body.

You’ve tempered your immortal bones in divine-demonic blood, and you’re a body-tempering genius unmatched in ages who wants to see my true face?

Heh. The Ox Warrior never takes off his mask.

You’re a peerless prodigy, sword intent filling your body, a single sword strike splitting the heavens, with a killing technique unmatched beneath the sky?

Ahem. I only need three words: “Dragon Blast!”

Ten geniuses, each one a once-in-ten-thousand-years talent, have appeared in this era! Their hearts in turmoil, they point at Lin Can and cry, “Why was I born if Lin Can was born too!”

Invincible among his peers, Lin Can still tries to measure the depths of the cultivation world, until countless sect elders hunt him into a secret realm.

Outside, you can call me Lin Can the rascal, and I won’t hold it against you. But in this secret realm, where the laws of heaven and earth are broken, what should you call me?

Lin Can grips the Dog Talisman tightly and presses a finger against the forehead of an old sect patriarch.

“Call me the Great Emperor, Lord of All!”