Chapter 1

"Supreme Daoist Ancestor, could it be that my Daoist heart is not sincere enough? Why can others all traverse to Shu Mountain, the Primordial Chaos, or even the chaotic void, while I, Daoist Lord, can only traverse to this Korean game—The Legend of Mirrors?"

"There is no justice in the world!"

With a mournful howl, the young man, who was hugging a giant tree over ten zhang tall, looked around with a rather dejected expression. Yes, although the surroundings were filled with unusually dense primordial energy, and the trees were a hundred zhang tall, which were rare in the Earth's timeline, Ling Daotian's heart was still filled with depression and anger.

Looking at the creatures below the tree, each about a zhang tall, covered in golden leaves, moving like scarecrows in a rice field, Ling Daotian couldn't help but 'weep bitterly,' "Is there no justice in the world! Great Daoist Ancestor Hongjun, where is the justice! Could my first station for spreading the Dao in the myriad heavens be to preach to these scarecrows!"

"Hmph, you should be content, boy. The Primordial Chaos and the Primordial Era! If you really traversed to those places, you would probably die in a single breath. No, a single breath might even be an overestimate. With your shallow cultivation, weaker than a common laborer's, and a body weaker than a newborn child's, you still want to traverse the Primordial Chaos? If you want to die, just go and hit your head against the wall. At that time, this system can find a native here to barely make do!"

Before Ling Daotian's mournful voice had even faded, his mind surged, and a voice that sounded like a seven or eight-year-old child spoke mockingly.

"System Lord, what's going on? I'm only at the stage of guiding qi into the body, and my physical body has only been tempered for less than a hundred days. If I have to traverse The Legend of Mirrors, then so be it, but why are those scarecrows over a zhang tall, and the vines on their arms are even longer and thicker than whips? Damn, are those still scarecrows? Are you sure these are the lowest-level monsters in The Legend of Mirrors?"

Ling Daotian's face changed, but he knew that a small arm couldn't resist a big leg. As a modern otaku, he understood this principle.

"Hehe! Do you really think this is still the Earth's version of The Legend of Mirrors? Nonsense. Although some creatures in this world are somewhat similar to those in The Legend of Mirrors, as a complete great world, the cultivation system and monster system in this world are not much different from those in the game, but they are still quite different. Moreover, this world is extremely special even among the myriad heavens and countless primordial universes. You should be content to come to this world."

It was still the voice of the child, but the tone became extremely cold and stern. Even though Ling Daotian was in a state of confusion, he could still sense the gravity of the words.

"The most special great world, huh?"

Ling Daotian muttered to himself, quickly thinking of ways to deal with the current danger. In the year 2000 of the Earth's timeline, he had obtained a legacy called the Heavenly Lust Sect in a mountain stream deep in the Shen Nong region. He had practiced diligently for twelve years before breaking through to the first realm of Daoist cultivation—guiding qi into the body.

Due to the restrictions of the lawless era and the scarcity of primordial energy on Earth, he couldn't even refine a decent magical tool in twelve years. It was only when a Daoist Ancestor descended with a decree for traversal that he managed to unseal and blood-refine a pure yang ninth-grade magical tool from the Heavenly Lust Sect's legacy ring treasury.

"Damn, if I had known I would come to such a world, why didn't I choose to blood-sacrifice a Blood Demon Banner, a 'ranged' attack magical tool? A dagger, do you expect me to stab with my hands?"

The Soul Devouring Blood Blade, seven inches and three millimeters long, a pure yang ninth-grade magical tool, was entirely blood red. Mysterious runes glowed faintly on the blade, like fireflies swirling and floating on the blade. Just looking at it gave one the feeling of being soul-sucked and flesh-disintegrated. Yet, holding such a powerful dagger, his face was filled with a bitter smile.

Through blood sacrifice and refinement, Ling Daotian had no complaints about the dagger's power and was even full of anticipation. However, looking at the scarecrows below the tree, each over a zhang tall, with thick golden leaves densely wrapped around their bodies, he couldn't help but feel some disappointment and regret.

He was indeed a practitioner of the demonic path, but in twelve years, he had only reached the initial stage of guiding qi into the body. His physical body had only been tempered by primordial energy for a few months, and his martial prowess was far beyond that of ordinary people. Even compared to special forces soldiers, he was only slightly stronger. Such strength made him "refreshing and elegant" compared to ordinary thugs, even capable of fighting dozens of street thugs. However, he had no confidence in dealing with the scarecrows, which were similar to level 2 or 3 monsters in The Legend of Mirrors, wandering around the base of the tree.

After twelve years of practicing the demonic path, he hadn't mastered many ordinary demonic techniques, but he did have some combat skills. Just by sensing vaguely, he could feel the massive aura emanating from the scarecrows below the tree.

This massive aura was even stronger than his current level. With a close-combat magical tool in hand, he had no confidence in surviving and escaping from a group of over fifty monsters. After all, he practiced the Great Yin Demon Scripture, but that didn't mean he could perform the Lingbo Step.

Moreover, guiding qi into the body was just the first realm of demonic cultivation. He couldn't perform floating or flying techniques. In such a "crazy" world, he was truly a mere ant.

"System Lord, can you tell me if these are really the low-level monsters in The Legend of Mirrors? Are you sure they're not scarecrow leaders or mutated scarecrows?"

With a last glimmer of hope, Ling Daotian asked tentatively in his mind.

"Hmph! This system is too lazy to deal with you. If you are killed by these few scarecrows, this system will choose another agent in this world to complete the Daoist Ancestor's task. After all, you are not the only one who has landed in this world. If you are so afraid of low-level monsters in a beginner's world, this system suggests you commit suicide now to avoid future fear. That's all. This system has finished explaining. Now, try to survive, boy, and don't die too early!"

The tone was still mocking, and the words were still sarcastic. After saying these words indifferently, the system's voice in his mind suddenly disappeared. Then, Ling Daotian felt a bright light in front of him, and a mysterious transparent image slowly formed.

"Scarecrow, Level 3, HP 20, Attack 2, Agility 1, Spirit 1..."

"Strong Scarecrow, Level 4, HP 30, Attack 3, Agility 2, Spirit 2, Defense 1..."

"Hoe Cat, Level 4, HP 30, Attack 3, Agility 3, Spirit 1, Defense 1, Magic Defense 1..."

"An auxiliary detection spell? This result is really unbearable!"

Looking at the information image that suddenly appeared in front of him and the faint, cold message that disappeared in his mind, Ling Daotian's face was expressionless. He shook his head helplessly but then his eyes turned cold, staring intently at the moving scarecrows below.

The All-Heaven Dao Spreading System, with unknown origins and unknown capabilities, was the only thing Ling Daotian knew so far. This system had the ability to exchange anything in the great world, or rather, to perform a function. The exchange objects almost included all items, techniques, and bloodlines in the great world, whether abstract or concrete, whether legendary or imaginary. As long as you had enough faith points or soul power points, it could exchange anything you imagined.

Unfortunately, he had performed poorly during the lawless era, or rather, after twelve years of hard practice at home, he had no significant power or achievements. This led to his current scarcity after traversal. Apart from inheriting the Yin-Yang Ring representing the Heavenly Lust Sect's leadership, the only thing he could use was this pure yang ninth-grade magical tool.

"As long as I can kill a monster and obtain the initial soul power points, I can exchange for a handgun or a crossbow..."

Watching the scarecrows with their massive bodies slowly wandering below the tree, Ling Daotian made up his mind. His hands worked in coordination, and the Soul Devouring Blood Blade transformed into streams of light, quickly cutting the alligator leather belt he had taken off into equal-length strips. "Without ranged attacks, I have no choice. Damn, if I had known, I would have brought a gun, instead of dismantling this French product. My fifty thousand yuan!"

Muttering to himself, his hands didn't stop. He carefully tied the 'alligator leather straps' tightly, finally binding one end to the Soul Devouring Blood Blade.

"Whoosh!"

A faint sound of breaking air, a faint light flashed in the void. A scarecrow directly below him suddenly stopped, its lantern-sized head emitting a 'buzzing' sound, and then burst into flames, turning into ashes on the spot.

"Oh yes! A direct hit!"

"Whoa! Is this? Leveling up by killing monsters?"

Ling Daotian couldn't help but shout excitedly after killing the scarecrow with a dagger throw. Suddenly, his whole body trembled, and a hot current seemed to descend from the sky, instantly filling his body, circulating through his meridians and flesh.

"Is this? The feeling of plant essence, could it be?"

Ling Daotian's eyes flashed with surprise. He focused his mind, making the thin true qi in his body circulate continuously until he absorbed all the surging essence. Then, he turned to look at the giant scarecrows below the tree, his eyes filled with excitement. "System Lord said this is a special world among the myriad heavens. Could it be this? The world's rule of essence plundering? Or game leveling?"

He clearly felt that in just a short moment, his true qi cultivation had increased by more than ten percent, equivalent to what he had gained in ten days of hard practice after breaking through to the guiding qi into the body realm. He also clearly felt that his physical strength had increased slightly after the hot current disappeared, adding at least a hundred pounds of strength.

"Supreme Daoist Ancestor, this world, this kind of world! It's like it was tailor-made for us otaku cultivators! Damn, even the Primordial Chaos wouldn't be worth exchanging for this!"

"Supreme Daoist Ancestor, no, All-Heaven Dao Spreading System, I love you to death!"...