From the Start, I Turned Over the Cultivation World, with My Homeland as Backup

When others transmigrated to the world of immortal cultivation, they brought heaven-defying techniques or an old master with them. Qi Shu brought only a useless soul token. In a world where cultivation drives people mad and plunder passes for justice, he survives by budgeting carefully and keeping his head down. He thinks his whole life will be spent this way, balancing the cost of spirit stones against the whispers in his mind. Then, at death's door, the soul token lights up. From the other side comes a familiar greeting: "Hello, this is the 110 emergency hotline. How can we help you?" From then on, his ledger of personal income and expenses becomes a balance sheet for investing in civilization. His enemies go from sect bullies to the remains of ancient gods that devour stars. And his greatest trump card is the steel tide behind the soul token, a force with "pooling resources to accomplish great things" etched into its genes. When the most cautious mortal gains the most powerful backing. When a mind that trusts in data begins to analyze the most chaotic laws. A dimensional strike guided by the creed "Truth lies within firing range, and order lies in the plan" is about to bring the most thorough reordering to this mad world of immortals.