Ten Thousand Years of Cultivation Per Second, How Will You Respond, Sir?

After pulling an all-nighter to finish his manuscript, he suddenly dies—only to transmigrate into the vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining.

He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate.

At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens:

[Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!]

[As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!]

Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!”

You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second.

You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second.

You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second.

From this day forth, I have only one thing to say:

“I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”