After transmigrating into the Primordial World, Lin Yuan was assigned the poorest, most rundown place in the entire realm: Yunmeng Cliff.
Spiritual energy was thin as a thread. Even the immortal cranes avoided the place, while the geniuses of neighboring Kunlun Mountain showed off their wealth every day as they underwent tribulations.
Lin Yuan: Fine. There's a way to live even when you're poor.
He carried a tattered banner to the top of the cliff and planted it there. In crooked writing, it bore four big characters: "No Flying."
Three days later, a mighty cultivator flew past on his sword and, with a crash, plummeted from the clouds into a muddy pit.
The mighty cultivator: ???
Lin Yuan folded his arms and smiled. "Sorry, fellow Daoist. Flying is forbidden on my cliff."
From then on, Yunmeng Cliff's rules kept multiplying:
"No Fighting with Spells." "No Peeping." "Double the Spiritual Energy." "Heavenly Dao, Begone"...
The entire Primordial World went mad: "Wait, just how many banners have you planted on Yunmeng Cliff?!"
Lin Yuan gazed into the distance and silently pulled out another banner: "When this banner falls, the Primordial World belongs to me."
