Return Voyage from the Inverted World

Lin Chen's last memory was of a runaway truck on a rainy city night. The violent impact swept his consciousness into darkness.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw towering ancient trees and heard demon beasts roar in a primordial jungle. Thin yet unmistakably real spiritual energy flowed through the air.

He had transmigrated.

He had fallen from technologically advanced Earth into the Qinglan Cultivation Realm, where the strong prey on the weak and martial prowess reigns supreme.

His predecessor was a lowly servant disciple in the outer sect of the Qinglan Sect, mediocre in talent and timid by nature. Bullied and gravely injured by his fellow disciples, he died, leaving Lin Chen from Earth to take over his body.

"Earth... Mom and Dad..."

Lin Chen clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. He had been nothing more than an ordinary office worker, yet he had been torn from his homeland, forever separated from his family.

The agony of homesickness became his sharpest obsession.

"I have to go back! No matter the cost, I will return to Earth!"

In this cultivation realm, the only way to break through the boundaries between worlds and turn the universe upside down was through strength.

He looked down at his withered meridians. His predecessor had cultivated for three years and was still stuck at the first level of Qi Refining, a laughingstock of the sect.

There was no despair in Lin Chen's eyes, only cold resolve.

His years on Earth had taught him that in a desperate situation, only ruthlessness and the will to kill could keep you alive.