Night had fallen over the city.
In a small apartment, a young man lay on his bed, scrolling through his phone.
His name was Ye Feng.
In his previous life, he was an ordinary twenty-first-century youth. A so-called "good student" — no smoking, no drinking, no fighting. His only hobby was reading online novels, especially cultivation stories.
Tonight, he was reading another one.
"The protagonist is too lucky," Ye Feng muttered with a smile. "Awakens a powerful body, defeats everyone, climbs to the top…"
He sighed softly.
"If I could be transported to a cultivation world… that would be amazing."
He laughed at his own imagination.
Then—
BOOM!
A loud sound suddenly came from outside.
The entire building shook violently.
Ye Feng's smile froze.
"What's going on?"
The ground trembled again.
Windows rattled. Furniture moved. The lights flickered.
An earthquake.
Ye Feng's expression changed instantly.
Before he could react, the ceiling cracked.
Large pieces of debris fell down.
He tried to run—but it was too late.
Everything collapsed.
Darkness swallowed him completely.
When Ye Feng opened his eyes again, everything had changed.
He was lying in a wooden bed inside a simple room. The air smelled different. The furniture was ancient. Oil lamps replaced electricity.
A middle-aged woman rushed toward him, tears in her eyes.
"Feng'er! You're awake!"
Ye Feng stared at her in confusion.
Feng'er?
His head suddenly felt heavy.
Memories flooded into his mind.
Not his memories.
This body belonged to another Ye Feng.
Same name.
Same appearance.
But this world was different.
This was not Earth.
This was a cultivation world called Spirit Continent.
In this world, everyone awakened a spiritual root at the age of six.
Spiritual roots determined cultivation talent.
The fewer roots, the better the talent.
Single root was genius.
Dual root was good.
Three roots was average.
Four roots was weak.
Five roots—
The worst.
And this body's original owner had awakened Five Spiritual Roots.
Pure waste.
During the awakening ceremony, people had laughed at him.
"Five roots? Impossible to cultivate!"
"He will never become a real cultivator."
Even his family had lost interest in him.
Resources were withdrawn.
Training opportunities were reduced.
He was slowly abandoned.
After three years of neglect and self-training, the original Ye Feng collapsed from exhaustion.
And now—
The soul of another Ye Feng had replaced him.
Ye Feng slowly sat up.
He took a deep breath.
"Fine."
"If this is my new life… then I will survive."
Suddenly—
A faint mechanical voice sounded in his mind.
[System connection in progress…]
Ye Feng froze.
System?
As a modern novel reader, he instantly understood.
An opportunity.
An advantage.
But the voice was unstable.
[System location: Earth.]
Ye Feng's eyes widened.
"Earth?"
The voice continued intermittently.
[Cross-world connection unstable…] [Estimated arrival time… three years…]
Then silence.
Ye Feng stared at the ceiling.
"…Three years?"
He couldn't help but laugh.
"So my system is still on Earth?"
It sounded unbelievable.
But it was real.
The system had not crossed over with him.
It was still trying to establish a connection.
Three years.
Ye Feng's expression gradually became calm.
Five Spiritual Roots.
Abandoned by his family.
No resources.
No backing.
But—
He had patience.
Three years later, when the system arrived…
Everything would change.
He clenched his fist.
"Wait for me."
"When the system comes… I will rise again."
Outside the window, the night sky was filled with stars.
And beneath those stars—
A new legend had just begun.