The End of the Dharma Age? I Carry a Cultivation World With Me!

“Latest news: A Nascent Soul Realm elder of Qinghe Sect fell to his death while practicing flight at a cliffside.” “A Golden Core Realm expert from Shangqing Sect slipped and fell while going downstairs, shattering his kneecap. He has been hospitalized for treatment.” “An old Daoist on the summit of Mount Yuelu, the Real Person Yuelu, has been in the Nascent Soul Transformation Realm for many years. Yesterday, he fell off a cliff while chopping wood and remains missing.” “Li Qingwei, head of Qingwei Sect and a Void Realm expert, successfully unleashed sword energy yesterday in this Age of Declining Dharma. The sword energy surged a full three centimeters, stunning the world!” Reading one after another of the latest reports from the Daxia Society, Gu Chen fell silent as ten thousand grass-mud horses stampeded through his mind. “Did I transmigrate to some fake world? Is this really a fake high-martial-arts cultivation world?” “Daoist, shouldn’t cultivators like us fly through the skies and burrow underground? Why do we still have to take a taxi when we go out?” “Alas, ever since the world changed and the Age of Declining Dharma began, the glory of the past has vanished. My master said that with my talent, if I hadn’t been born in the Age of Declining Dharma, I’d surely have ascended to the Immortal Realm and lived as long as Heaven itself. But look at me now: as a Void Realm expert, I’m nearly bald, and I still have to go out in a wheelchair.” Gu Chen silently shed tears. Could I transmigrate back? At a flicker of thought, Gu Chen vanished. When he appeared again, he was in a cultivation world where cultivators filled the skies…