As a Cultivator, I Actually Have a Dream of a Mythical Beast Sealed Within My Body.

The cold, hard touch with a strong earthy smell was Lin Feng's first feeling after regaining consciousness. Immediately afterwards, there was a sharp pain that swept through the whole body and penetrated into the bone marrow, as if every bone had been taken apart and barely put back together. He struggled to open his heavy eyelids, and there was only a blur of darkness in his field of vision. It took him several breaths to finally adapt. This is not the ceiling of his rental house filled with figurines and game posters. This is a low, cramped cave. The rough rock walls were exposed and dripping with wet moisture. The air was filled with dust, sweat and an indescribable ore smell that was nauseating. Weak light filtered in from the direction of the hole, vaguely outlining several figures huddled in ragged clothes in the corner, making muffled moans or snores. "Where... Am I?" Lin Feng's throat was as dry as sandpaper, and his voice was hoarse and weak. His last memory was of staying up all night playing a newly released Pokémon open world game. A strange colorful light flashed in front of his eyes, like a turbulent stream of data, followed by heartbreaking pain and complete darkness. "Time travel?" This thought was like a cold poisonous snake, instantly wrapping around his heart. The scene in front of me is clearly the situation of the lowest-level mining slaves described in the novel! Just when he was trying to hold himself up and confirm his condition, an irresistible and extremely cold will suddenly came! This will was emotionless, and like the most efficient mechanical program, it scanned his body and soul instantly. Suitable vector binding detected Target Lock: Fantasy Pokémon - Fantasy... Coordinate Anchoring Execute the highest priority command: forced sealing!