My Golden Finger Malfunctions from the Start, but I Play It Safe All the Way to the Top

In an age of spiritual qi revival, the myriad races vie for supremacy, cultivation civilization rises at breakneck speed, and a hundred schools of thought contend. Humanity and the myriad races are the leading forces of the world. Peak cultivators and collective will alike seek to prove they are in the right. War and peace cycle through this world, and countless beings give everything they have to leave their mark on history. Ren Xuan had planned to lie flat, but suddenly discovers that the golden finger he’d broken through overuse is working again. He immediately feels like he’s got this, only to realize that this world is just a tiny bit different from what he imagined. “You’re sure this is a prison?” Ren Xuan looks at the flags floating in midair, their black fabric so dark it has a purple sheen, and asks. They seem just a little familiar. “These puppets are...” Ren Xuan looks at the cultivators, their eyes vacant as they toil away mining, and is about to ask when someone cuts him off. “Watch what you say, little brother. They’re not puppets. Our Long Nation follows the law. They’re just undergoing reform through labor.” Hearing this, Ren Xuan looks at the purple-black flags in the air, then at the cultivators undergoing reform through labor. He considers Long Nation’s strength, then compares it with his own. In the end, he quietly puts away the sixteen-character Imperial Jade Seal he’d been carrying behind his back.