A Transmigration Journey Beginning in the Martial Arts World

Qin Feng, a modern-day office worker, accidentally transmigrates to Qingyun Temple in a low-martial world, where he becomes an orphaned disciple and awakens the Myriad Worlds Simulator, which lets him travel between worlds. With help from the System, he simulates worlds such as The Smiling, Proud Wanderer and The Legend of the Condor Heroes, learning peerless martial arts like Qingcheng Swordsmanship, Purple Mist Divine Art, and Nine Yang Divine Art, while continually improving his physique and mental strength.

Seeking to grow stronger, he leaves his sect and joins Jiangnan's Pili Hall, only to get caught up in the martial world conflict between Lei Family Castle, Black Wind Stronghold, and Iron Sword Sect. Drawing on martial arts from various schools and the practical wisdom he gains through simulation, he repeatedly overcomes crises and earns fame in clashes with the evil Blood Shadow Sect. From the waterways of Jiangnan to the grasslands and deserts, from the far northern icefields to the battlefield at Taihu Lake, Qin Feng joins forces with righteous allies to fight the Blood Shadow Sect's sinister schemes and the threat of the Tujue cavalry's southward advance.

The worlds unlocked by the Simulator, including Wind and Cloud, Investiture of the Gods, and The Legend of Sword and Fairy, grant him abilities from across many realms, such as the Wind God Leg, Taigong's Art of War, and Shu Mountain talismans. When the opposing forces of the Dragon Origin and Ice Soul Pearl collide, and the remnants of the Blood Shadow Sect join forces with the Demon Sect to return, Qin Feng upholds justice with his power, forged by combining martial arts from the Myriad Worlds. His journey is about more than dominating the martial world: it also conceals the ultimate secret of the Myriad Worlds Simulator. A legendary adventure spanning countless worlds is about to unfold.

The next moment, unfamiliar fragments of memory surged into his sea of consciousness like a tide: a dilapidated courtyard with a stone-paved floor, the stern reprimands of an old man in blue robes, obscure and difficult internal energy mantras, and the flood that had swallowed everything three days ago... These scenes did not belong to him, yet felt so real they seemed to have happened to him personally. He could even clearly feel the chill on his fingertips as they touched the floodwaters.