Li Fei mysteriously disappeared from home, and his sister, the only family he had, searched everywhere without finding a trace.
But three days later, just as his sister was about to report him missing, he suddenly walked out of his bedroom in ancient-style clothes, a long sword at his waist, his hair flowing, and an exceptionally handsome appearance.
Li Xiran: “Where did you go for those three days?”
Li Fei: “The martial world.”
Li Xiran: “Speak plainly.”
Li Fei: “I transmigrated to a wuxia world and spent thirty years there.”
Li Xiran: “Thirty years? It was only three days here. How can you prove it?”
A violet aura rose across Li Fei's face. He raised his hand and slapped a palm print into the wall.
Li Fei: “You can't cultivate such profound internal energy in just three days.”
Li Xiran: “Fine! Next question: why can you transmigrate?”
Li Fei: “A System from a higher dimension was implanted in my body. It lets me transmigrate.”
Li Xiran: “Why did this System choose you?”
Li Fei: “Because... I'm handsome?”
Li Xiran (angry): “Speak plainly.”
Li Fei (smiling): “Actually, the System chose at random. It just happened to pick me.”
Li Xiran (speechless): “What ridiculous luck. Do you know where the System came from?”
Li Fei: “Yes. A powerful being who left the ancestral planet wanted it to ascend to a higher dimension, so he created this System.”
Li Xiran: “What does the ancestral planet need to do to ascend?”
Li Fei: “A certain number of immortals or Martial Gods must appear in the world.”
