Is This Really Cultivation?

Two months after transmigrating to a fantasy world, my golden finger still hasn't appeared.

What should I do? Asking online...

You say an old man will appear if I drip blood on something and make it recognize me as its master?

Rings, spittoons, tables, chairs, vases... I even tried a chamber pot.

No use!

You say maybe the old man will appear if I jump off a cliff?

Get lost! If you want me dead, just say so!

You say I should try worshipping the big shots from various planes?

Xiao Yan, Ultraman, Ye Fan, Han Li, Harry Potter, Balala the Fairies, Iron Man, Superman, Thanos...

Qin Hao set up memorial tablets for every big shot from every plane he could think of. Every day, he bathed, burned incense, and knelt in sincere devotion. He never slacked off.

Still no use!

You say I should transmigrate again?

Fine. I'm all about taking good advice. Qin Hao raises a dagger and slashes it toward his neck...

[Ding! Supreme Lottery System successfully bound!]

Many years later, standing atop God King Mountain and looking at the countless cultivators kneeling below, Qin Hao can't help but sigh. "How lonely it is to be invincible!"