An Intelligence System, But Every Report Is Wrong

The Nine Immortal Sects loom like heavy shackles, while the common people live under a perpetual frost. Lin An has a stroke of luck on the national highway and becomes an ordinary farmer in Ding County. Crisis gathers like dark clouds, and pressure bears down like a mountain. Fortunately, he awakens an intelligence System that gives him the latest information every day. But every piece of information from this System is wrong. [Today's information: Glowing rays shine from the top-grade immortal field at the home of Ding County tycoon Zhao Erniu. A small opportunity lies hidden there.] Lin An reads the words, bewildered. “Uncle Zhao is clearly a poor farmer in Ding County. Since when was he a tycoon? And how could that desolate plot of land be a top-grade immortal field?” That night, Lin An sneaks into the fields and discovers that while the information is wrong, the reward is real. Many years later. Lin An gazes up at the sky. The Nine Immortal Sects still stretch across the heavens like shackles. Divine Ding Fire ignites in his palm, its blazing flames dancing. “Everyone, let's see if this Divine Ding Fire can burn away your shackles!”