Everyone's Cultivating Immortality in America, and You Still Want to Go Back to the East?

The moment the lights flash, it's all easy cruising. The accelerator's already welded down, and we're about to get started.

My name is Li Ang. I just accidentally transmigrated from Dongda into the body of a Chinese American cop who was killed for getting divorced.

Wasn't America supposed to have sweet, fragrant air? How come even the cops get killed? Can't you send me back to beautiful Dongda?

Wait, what is this cultivation System about vanquishing demons and defending the Dao? What do you mean I've actually become a cultivator...

Day one: I'm a good cop.

Day two: I'm going to be a superhero.

Day three: My boss giving the briefing is a white-skinned pig. I can barely resist beating him up.

Day four: I'm tired. Let's destroy everything.

Day five: I accidentally put my foot on my ex-wife's head and ordered her to polish my shoes...

Day six: I discovered that the one who's been flying in the sky all along isn't God. It's me.

Day seven: I've said my piece. Who's with me? Who's against me?