[Urban Cultivation + Modern Sects + Slow-Burn Pacing + Big-Picture Plot]
My name is Ye Wushuang, an inner sect disciple at the Golden Core stage from the Nine Provinces Realm.
A bolt of heavenly lightning struck, and I transmigrated to a modern city where spiritual energy was scarce and everyone treated cultivation as a joke.
There seem to be no sects or spiritual veins here, just a crowd of people who think I’m insane.
Yet with the slightest display of my abilities, I made ancient martial arts families kneel, secluded sects panic, and demonic cultivators cower.
I crushed every opponent in my path and investigated as I went, until I suddenly realized...
Why had I transmigrated?
Where did the mysterious writing on these walls come from? It was exactly like the writing in the Nine Provinces Realm.
It was only when I ventured deep into the Kunlun Mountains that I began to glimpse the truth:
My transmigration was never an accident.
Behind it all lies a staggering game of strategy between two human civilizations, spanning hundreds of millions of years.
