I transmigrated into a world of cultivation, where the immortal sect tested me and discovered the unprecedented [Lie Flat Spiritual Root].
Daoist nature: No desires, no demands. Just being alive is enough.
So I was sent off to retire in the wilderness, where I spend my days farming, cooking, and basking in the sun.
That is, until the sect tournament, when the Demon Venerable's son goes berserk and every genius there is on the verge of death.
I raise my iron wok: “Stay back! This nonstick pan was expensive!”
One swing, and the demonic energy is purified. Heaven and earth are clear again.
As I slump to the ground, I hear an elder's excited voice in my mind:
“The Great Dao is simple, returning to the natural state! Nephew Lin has reached the supreme realm of ‘a wok is better than no wok’!”
Me: ?
Later, competition in the immortal realm grows ever fiercer, and the path to ascension is severed.
I am forced to take the seat of honor in the newly founded “Anti-Overwork Alliance,” watching the fervent gazes below:
The young master of the demon race, a fallen princess, a former overachiever...
The System's unhurried prompt rings out:
“Ding! The Host's Heavenly Dao is detected working overtime like mad. Host, it's time to help this world ‘quit’.”
I sigh and look up at the heavens.
So the end of cultivation isn't ascension.
It's pressing “Freedom” for a world covered in rules.
