The Way Transforms All Things

After transmigrating into the Primordial World, Lu Chen became a bottom-tier rogue cultivator at the first level of Qi Refining in Luoyan Slope.

The cultivators around him scrambled to worship the Three Pure Ones and join the Chan or Jie sects, kneeling at the feet of the Saints for a taste of immortal fortune.

But he awakened [Transform All Things into the Dao]

Every blow he took, every move he blocked, every beam of light from a magical treasure that struck him, every pressure exerted by a Saint... Anything that touched him could be refined into the source of his Dao cultivation!

A Chan sect disciple tried to seize a spiritual root by force, raising his hand to summon the phantom of the Heaven-Flipping Seal.

Lu Chen stood firm and took the hit. Dao patterns flashed around him

His cultivation immediately broke through an entire major realm.

"Your seal has a nice flavor."

Though he walked this path alone, he was never short of companions.

Bai Zhi, who had spent three thousand years refining medicine, had her precious elixir refined by him. Both angry and embarrassed, she became his personal alchemist;

Zhu Jiuyin, the Ancestral Witch who commanded the laws of time, found herself unable to restrain anyone for the first time in his life. Blushing, she chased after him across the Primordial World;

The Primordial Golden Bowl of Fairy Yunxiao turned against its master in the middle of battle, and she struck her own name from the Jie sect's register for his sake;

Zixia of Mount Ling watched him in secret for three thousand years, willingly sneaking down to the mortal world just to tell him, "You're more interesting."

During the War between the Liches, he darted across the battlefield, picking up scraps and thoroughly refining the lingering power of the Ancestral Witches' laws;

During the Investiture of the Gods calamity, the Twelve Golden Immortals unleashed their magical treasures one after another, and he refined every single one;

On the Journey to the West, Sun Wukong brought his staff crashing down. Lu Chen smiled and brushed off his robe. "Nice staff. Care to swing it again?"

Until one day, the voice of a Saint resounded across the Three Realms:

"Would you be willing to join my sect?"

Lu Chen looked up. His voice was not loud, but it rang out with unshakable conviction:

"No."

"Why not?"

"I cannot kneel to my Dao."