Delivering Takeout in the Cultivation World: My Phone Makes Me Unstoppable

The last delivery of the night, on a storm-lashed evening, became the turning point in Blue Star delivery rider Lin Feng's fate. The moment a bolt of purple lightning shattered his electric scooter, he and his delivery box plunged into a spatial rift. When he opened his eyes, he was already in the Qingyang Realm. Here, sects stand everywhere and the strong prey on the weak. Mortals are like ants, while cultivators hold life and death in their hands. And he is nothing but a mortal from another world, unable even to sense spiritual energy.