The game descends into reality, and players of A Thought of Transcendence find their cultivation replicated at a 1:1 ratio. Some split open the Gates of Heaven with a single sword strike; others crush tides of demonic beasts with a wave of their hands. In my previous life, I scoffed at the game and never played a single day, only to die miserably in the apocalypse from the start. Reborn, I immediately claimed the server's top-spending account and, as an invincible Great Encompassing Golden Immortal, took control of the apocalypse!
