Zhou Yan transmigrates to a cultivation world and discovers that things here seem a little off.
Name: Zhou Yan
Identity: transmigrator
Current situation: still adjusting
My golden finger is a fellow countryman of mine, a guy who trades in karmic merit. He's also a riddle-spewing enigma who appears and disappears like a dragon.
My biggest fan from the future has been reborn and spends all day gazing at me with starry eyes, as if I'm her savior.
The senior disciple of my sect will be the mastermind behind the destruction of the world, but right now he's staying up late to write me a guide to righteous swordsmanship.
Even the Heavenly Dao of this world seems like a poor little thing that's been badly bullied, secretly slipping me special permissions.
And my opponent is the Immortal Emperor, who sits high above the clouds and regards all living beings as ants.
They all say I'm the chosen one, the only person who can put an end to all this.
I look at my utterly ordinary self in the mirror, then at this group of "teammates" whose styles couldn't be more different.
So are we going to team up and cure the Immortal Realm, or is the Immortal Realm inevitably going to be driven mad by our bunch of lunatics?
