Rakshasa Street: Trapped in the Thousand Mechanisms Black Temple from the Start

[Fanfiction + System + soul transmigration + Martial God Body + Human Emperor Physique + growth + factions]

A guy from Blue Star got so worked up over the plot of Rakshasa Street that he died suddenly, only to inexplicably transmigrate into the world of Rakshasa Street, inhabiting the body of someone on the verge of death.

Not only did he retain his memories from before transmigrating, but he also inherited... all the memories of this body?

He was the first person in the world to possess a Martial God Body, with an extremely powerful Human Emperor Physique. But because of his personality, he was completely unsuited to this power, and to this day had never once successfully summoned a Guardian Spirit...

Feeling the warmth around him, Ying Tian came to his senses and saw a pair of thick handcuffs locking his hands together. He looked at the place around him, which resembled a living hell. He jolted upright. He had transmigrated... but...

“...No, where the hell have you brought me?!”

[Note: I can't manage to update regularly, so updates will be whenever I feel like it. Read if you want, or don't. I'm a new author, so please don't flame me.]