I Just Want to Go Home

To pay his mother's hospital bills, Mo Lang worked nights hauling cargo to earn money, but disaster struck. When he opened his eyes, he saw three thousand strands of hair sweep across the edge of a black iron sword. He had become the final disciple of the Grand Elder of the Blood Fiend Sect, a demonic sect in the Tian Xuan Realm.

The last family photo saved on his phone was the only proof in this other world that he had once belonged to that ordinary, warm modern world.

In a world where Golden Core cultivators could flatten mountains with a flick of a finger, Mo Lang used his cunning to navigate the many secret realms. He grinned like a gambler as he stole a fragment of an ancient teleportation array.