Chapter 1: This Is Definitely Cultivation
"Breathing in… circulating qi… stabilizing the meridians…"
The young man sat cross-legged on his bed, eyes closed, face serious.
Silence filled the small room.
Nothing happened.
He opened one eye.
"…Still no breakthrough?"
He frowned.
"Strange. According to the novel, I should at least feel warmth in my dantian by now."
He looked down at his stomach, as if expecting something to respond.
Nothing.
After a long pause, he sighed.
"Maybe my talent is too low."
This was not the first time he had tried.
Ever since he started reading cultivation novels, he had been convinced of one thing:
Cultivation had to be real.
It was too detailed. Too consistent. Too logical.
How could so many authors describe the same system if it didn't exist?
There had to be a truth behind it.
He just hadn't found the correct method yet.
"Maybe I need a more natural environment…"
He muttered to himself, already planning his next attempt.
Just as he stood up—
The world suddenly went silent.
Completely silent.
Even his own breathing seemed to disappear.
"…?"
Before he could react—
Darkness swallowed everything.
—
When he opened his eyes again, the world had changed.
The air felt… different.
Fresher.
He was lying on the ground.
Not his room.
Not his world.
Above him, the sky stretched endlessly, clear and vast.
He slowly sat up, looking around.
Trees. Earth. Wind.
No buildings. No noise. No signs of modern life.
He froze for a moment.
Then—
his eyes lit up.
"…So it's true."
His voice trembled slightly.
Not from fear.
But excitement.
"I've been transported…"
He clenched his fists.
A smile slowly appeared on his face.
"…to a cultivation world."