Shen Qing transmigrates to the world of immortal cultivation. With mediocre aptitude and a Dao injury, he is assigned menial work at the bitterly cold Blackstone Cliff.
There are no easy opportunities here, nor any heaven-defying treasures.
All he has is a sect whose rules are ruthless enough to devour people whole, and a Dao heart that could go out at any moment.
Fortunately, he has a pair of “True Sight Eyes” that can see the flow of spiritual energy.
While others cultivate through arduous practice, he cultivates through “analysis.”
Spiritual energy flowing too fast? Reroute it and regulate the flow.
Pills too toxic? Fine-tune the ingredients with precision.
Talismans not powerful enough? Optimize their structure.
While everyone else is still relying on brute force and trading spells, Shen Qing is solving the world itself like one enormous mathematical problem, stroke by stroke.
