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Fang Jiuyi was a transmigrator from the Blue Planet.
And like any other transmigrator, he is also aspiring to become immortal and eternal.
After struggling for hundreds of thousands of years, his aspiration became a reality.
But there was one thing he didn't anticipate after he reached the top.
There was nothing to do!
Continue cultivate? What for? He is already the strongest. He was not a local who was addicted to cultivation!
In the end, even when he became the strongest, he couldn't escape from his human nature.
He became bored, so he tried everything to alleviate his boredom.
After millions of years, he came back to square one; he had already tried everything.
So he chose to slumber.
When he woke up again, he finally had some ideas to alleviate his boredom!
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Wei Fang, a native of the cultivation world, was suddenly offered to bond with a system.

He treats it carefully, as he needs to offer his soul to it. But, when the circumstances called for it, he didn't have a choice but to do so.

Something that he felt to be a devil previously turned out to be something that could help him achieve greater heights in cultivation.

Armed with the system, what path would he choose and what height could he achieve?

Entertainment For The Bored Immortal

The next day, Wei Fang woke up with a headache. The feeling of being omnipotent was so addictive that Wei Fang used his ability several more times. He only stopped when his head became so heavy that he fell asleep in exhaustion.

"I seem to have used my special ability excessively last night." Wei Fang felt that his head was still heavy, a sign that his mental exhaustion had not healed yet. "I must use this ability carefully in the future. I can't let myself be vulnerable when I am outside the sect."

Clutching his heavy head, he walked towards the Alchemy Hall. He wanted to ask his master if there was some pill that could heal mental exhaustion. Even though he knew there was some herb that could, he didn't have it on him.

On the way to the Alchemy Hall, Qei Fang could feel the other disciple's stare. He was used to it, so he didn't feel much. But he could tell that their gaze toward him was different from before.

The Sect Master