The day the System descended, the entire Immortal Realm thought it was a gift from the Heavenly Dao.
Immortal Venerables scrambled to bind themselves to one, fairies used their Systems to enhance their beauty, and even the Demon Venerable relied on his System to farm merit points.
Then they discovered that every System was siphoning its Host's cultivation and transferring it to me.
And I was just a minor cultivator who had ascended three days ago.
The Immortal Emperor flew into a rage and led a host of forces to hunt me down. I silently tapped the “Uninstall All” button.
The immortals and Buddhas across the sky lost all their cultivation and fell from the clouds like rain.
I bent down to pick up the Immortal Emperor's System and chuckled. “Now it's my turn to assign quests.”
