The Gods Here Have Found Their Hearts

I transmigrated to a cultivation world, only to become a good-for-nothing with a Mixed Origin Dao Body that cannot cultivate any of the myriad arts.

Fortunately, the Qingshan Sect took me in. There is no cold law of the jungle here, only my master's seemingly unreliable care, my eldest senior brother's quiet but steadfast protection, and my junior sister's smile, as warm as a little sun, that can melt away every shadow.

With their clumsy sincerity, they taught me the meaning of the Dao of Cause and Effect: good deeds bring good results, and bonds are a source of strength.

I thought I had found a home, and I was willing to use the wisdom of my other world to protect this hard-won warmth.

Until the day the Haoyue Sect, which believes in severing bonds and extinguishing emotions, arrived. Blood swallowed Qingshan. My eldest senior brother became a stone statue, my junior sister withered away in my arms with a smile, and my master sacrificed himself to send me away...