Transmigrators Are Everywhere, So How Am I Supposed to Survive as a Native?

In the Realm of the Nine Provinces, sword cultivators are everywhere. Everyone must seek out their own sword: the sword is the Dao, the path to immortality...

The day Su Ning'an left his village, the sky was cloudless for thousands of miles. The Realm of the Nine Provinces gained a “good honest man?” who held someone else’s script in his hands.

It was as if a forbidden window had quietly opened in Su Ning'an’s eyes, letting him glimpse strange things beyond all reason: black qi roiling within his eldest maternal uncle, like an invisible curse; mysterious runes appearing on his second maternal uncle, like secret messages from an ancient age; and even another mysterious space concealed behind reality...