I Awoke in a Coffin, Only to Find I'd Transmigrated with an AI?

When Qin Shiming woke up, he was lying in a coffin. A colon on a shard of glass in his hand kept blinking.

Mysterious poisonous fog?

Zombies that melt as soon as sunlight hits them?

Sandstorms that have raged for over a decade?

Why did the emperor rebel against the great general?

Are there living creatures inside the rocks?

Qin Shiming wasn't fazed at all. "Little Dao, recite the strongest cultivation technique in this world for me."

[Oh dear, there isn't enough data to answer that question.]