A rundown old supermarket on the verge of closing. Cao Yiran thought he was taking over a business, but what he got was a door. Beyond the door lay the cultivation world. He traded goods and ran a stall, and life just kept getting better. But there were more doors beyond that door, and even more doors beyond those. Behind one of them stood an identical supermarket. On the night Old Chen burned through his life, he pressed a silver nameplate into Cao Yiran's hand: "You think you're running a store?"
