Keeping a Low Profile in the Cultivation World, Every Simulated Trait Is a Problem

Lu Changsheng transmigrated into a brutal cultivation world and awakened a System that lets him draw traits. Unfortunately, the drop rate was appallingly low, and all he got were useless white traits! To improve his chances of getting high-quality traits, he had to raise his cultivation level. But he was an ordinary mortal with no spiritual roots. Six months after transmigrating, Lu Changsheng wound up as a laborer in the mines of the Blood Moon Demon Sect. Tomorrow, he would be thrown into a furnace as a blood sacrifice and medicinal catalyst for pill-making. Just as he faced certain death, the System that had been loading for ages finally reached 100% activation, awakening his golden finger: a life simulator! In each simulation, he could draw one trait for every year he survived. When the simulation ended, he could perfectly inherit all his traits, memories, mundane skills, and cultivation in the real world! Determined to defy fate, Lu Changsheng fought tooth and nail to survive his first simulation. He braved the wilderness, struggled to make a living in the market town, and got to know a young woman... Every extra year he lived meant another draw! At last, with his hair gone white in his first simulation, he drew [Inferior Five-Element Spiritual Root]. “Hahaha! Don't look down on an old man just because he's poor! Sixty is the perfect age to start striving!” From then on, Lu Changsheng kept simulating and drawing traits, using his golden finger and all he learned along the way to steadily raise his cultivation! Excellent, epic, legendary, and even mythical traits all found their way into his hands! Years later, a calamity descended upon the world. Outer-realm fiend gods came into the world, plunging all realms into endless despair. Lu Changsheng casually tossed out a mechanical construct he had carved years ago from a piece of rotten wood. In an instant, the Great Dao collapsed and the sea of stars fell silent! “I was nothing but an ordinary mortal, an insect hoping only to live a long, peaceful life. But you insisted on standing in my way.” “Since you've come, then none of you are leaving!”