Transmigrating to Another World? I’ll Sweep the Heavens with My Divine Powers

Chu Cheng couldn't remember where he came from.

All he remembered was a road, a truck, and a burst of searing pain. When he opened his eyes again, he was in the Chu residence's woodshed, with a patch of starry sky in his mind.

Chu Qingxue said they had picked him up by the roadside. Butler Zhou said pretending to have amnesia deserved a beating. Xiao He said not to go out on the night of the full moon, because people would disappear.

He copied books, practiced martial arts, and swallowed pills. The starry sky in his ancestral aperture grew larger and larger. Thirty-six stars shone over a black lake, while the chains on seventy-two obelisks remained perfectly still.

The Li family came to propose marriage, but Chu Muyu sent them packing. That night, though, someone was on the roof.

He looked just like Chu Qingyi, who had been cast out of the family three years ago. But he wasn't Chu Qingyi.

At least, that's what he believed.

Was it a golden finger or a curse?

After endless ages, could he stand above all the heavens?