I Cultivated the Dao Through the Eerie, and the Great Demon Thinks I’ve Set a Trap

[Transmigrate to a Cultivation World · System · Misunderstanding Comedy · Eerie Folklore]

Lin Yuan transmigrated into a cultivation world and opened his eyes in a stone hut for gravekeepers, in a ten-thousand-year-old corpse-raising ground. The System declared that he was doomed.

He was bound to a “Wishful Thinking Becomes Reality” system: the more timid he acted and the more he tried to keep his head down, the more everyone around him mistook his fear for a calculated scheme and his common sense for heavenly wisdom.

Madam White Bone, a ten-thousand-year corpse king, took the alias Xiaobai and knelt on one knee. “I am willing to lead the way for you, sir.”

The Azure Cloud Ancestor emerged from seclusion and slapped the table. “Bring this child back to the Dao Foundation’s true home and grant him the title of Daoist Heir!”

Su Xian’er, ruler of the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom, invited him with all the honors of state. He said a few ordinary words in front of the palace, and after a night of imperial dew, the whole city believed he had blessed all demons. The position of Imperial Preceptor was thrust upon him without a word of discussion.

Lin Yuan: ??? I’m really just trying to escape.

The System coolly twisted the knife: You’ve been forced onto the game board. If you don’t want to be a chess piece, learn to flip the board.

“Night has fallen, fellow Daoist. Come sit by the brazier. There are names in the wind and words in the records. Listen while I tell you how this Daoist Heir came to be.”