This Superpower Is All Wrong

Chen Zhi transmigrated to a world where people possessed supernatural abilities. In his previous life, he had died of ALS. He desperately wanted to live forever. The slow march toward death had been unbearably painful. So he often went to pay his respects to the Three Pure Ones. His prayers were a little unusual, though: “Amen, my Lord, Amitabha, may the Heavenly Worthy bring boundless blessings…” And he had plenty of gestures, too: palms pressed together, making the sign of the cross, tracing a cross with three fingers, sweeping his whole palm downward across his face… He was sure that such sincere devotion would reach the Three Pure Ones. He just hoped they would answer his prayers soon. Since supernatural abilities had appeared in this world, surely it made sense that the Daoist Patriarchs of the Three Pure Ones, or some immortal arts that could grant eternal life, existed too. And, of course… they did. 【I am your supernatural ability, Master. Hello.】 !!! Standing at the entrance of a Daoist temple, Chen Zhi was utterly stunned: ‘The Three Pure Ones really answered my prayers?!’ ‘The Three Pure Ones actually exist in this world?!’ But was this thing really a supernatural ability? Wasn’t it basically a System?! It was way too similar… There was something off about this ability… And after spending a few days in this world, he realized that the world itself seemed a little off, too…