Lin Chen's last memory was of an out-of-control truck on a rainy night in the city, and the darkness caused by the violent impact swept over his consciousness.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw a wild jungle with towering ancient trees and roaring beasts. Thin but real spiritual energy flowed in the air.
He traveled through time.
From the earth with prosperous science and technology, we landed in this world of Qinglan cultivation, where the jungle is strong and martial arts is the most important thing.
The original owner was a handyman disciple at the lowest level of the Qinglan Sect's outer sect. He had mediocre qualifications and a cowardly character. He was bullied and seriously injured by his fellow sect members and died. Only then did Lin Chenjiu from Earth occupy the magpie's nest.
"Earth... Mom and Dad..."
Lin Chen clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. He was just an ordinary office worker, but he was forcefully torn away from his hometown, and he was separated forever.
The severe pain of homesickness turned into the sharpest obsession.
"I want to go back! No matter what the cost, I must return to Earth!"
In this world of cultivation, the only thing that can break boundaries and reverse the world is power.
He lowered his head and looked at his withered meridians. The original master had been practicing for three years and was still stuck at the first level of Qi training. He was the laughingstock of the sect.
There was no despair in Lin Chen's eyes, only cold determination.
The years of the earth taught him that in desperate situations, only killing and ruthlessness can survive.
