He transmigrates to a cultivation world, but his spiritual roots are defective, and the immortal sects reject him.
Lin Mo accepts his lot. He spends twenty-six years copying novels, from Battle Through the Heavens to Shrouding the Heavens, just hoping to make enough to get by.
Who could have guessed that one day, the Supreme Elder of the Qingyun Sect would personally come down the mountain, kneel before him, and call him the “Literary Ancestor,” declaring that his Buddha's Fury Fire Lotus was an ancient Great Dao technique that let its practitioner break through to the Deity Transformation realm?
Lin Mo is stunned. “I copied online novels. You can really cultivate them?”
Even more absurdly, the sect is so poor that rain leaks through the main hall and its disciples wear patched clothes, yet they insist on honoring him as their founder.
Looking at the fewer than thirty spirit stones in his pocket, Lin Mo takes a deep breath:
“Fine, you want to call me the Literary Ancestor?”
“Then I'll copy like crazy.”
“If one book isn't enough, I'll copy ten. Sooner or later, I'll take the Qingyun Sect public.”
And so, the entire cultivation world goes mad:
Battle Through the Heavens, Shrouding the Heavens, Sword Comes...
Everyone is scrambling to subscribe to his next chapter.
