Lin Kun is reborn and transmigrates to a fantasy world.
Damn, I used to be nothing but a lousy wordsmith. How am I supposed to cultivate? I don't want to get killed without even knowing what happened.
As someone who transmigrated, I should have a golden finger, right?
[Demonic Cultivation Tool]???
What the hell? Could this be karma for the way I used to punch up nursing homes in the south and kick down kindergartens in the north?
In any world, demonic cultivators are hated like rats crossing the street.
Cultivate the demonic path and die, or don't cultivate and die anyway.
Forget it. I might as well cultivate.
He,
with a single drop of blood, can summon billions of demonic soldiers!
With one breath, he can fill ten thousand miles with demonic energy!
A casual point of his finger commands the gods and demons of all heavens. A quiet sigh shakes millions of ghosts and spirits!
Facing the billions of demonic generals behind him, Lin Kun says, "Why are you all following me? I'm just an ordinary, unremarkable mortal. I'm really not your Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation!"
