The White-Haired Master Shut Down My System with a Single Finger Beneath the Floating Clouds

[Unbeatable and fiercely protective + ensemble cast of master and disciples + System intuition + wars across the realms]

While the Nine Heavens and Ten Worlds believe the Supreme Elder of Cangwu Sect passed away long ago, Shen Fuyun is being forced out of seclusion by a glitchy “Intuition System.”

A mighty cultivator who has lived for three thousand years and reached the threshold of the World-Breaking Realm, he only wants to laze around. Instead, he is forced to take in four “prodigies” despised by the entire cultivation world: a cold, aloof sword cultivator burdened by a blood feud over the annihilation of her clan, a poison body feared by everyone, a luck-draining schemer, and... the vessel for an otherworldly archvillain's reincarnation.

The orthodox sects seize the chance to make trouble? The Six Paths Holy Land stages a hypocritical trial? Otherworldly races infiltrate in secret?

Shen Fuyun sighs. His white hair whips backward as he presses down with one finger, crushing the Holy Land's mountain gate on the spot. “Cultivation really isn't a job for human beings. But whoever lays a hand on my disciples, I'll wipe out their entire legacy.”