Immortality Begins with the Synthesis of All Things

[Cultivation][Mortal Journey][Power Management][Sword Cultivation][Slow Burn][Logically Sound] Chen Yi transmigrated into the body of a penniless cultivator in the world of immortals, with pitifully low spiritual root aptitude, and also inherited the original owner's huge debts. Creditors blocked the door, leaving him with no way out. He was about to be taken to the mine to work as a miner until he died. Just then, the All Things Synthesis System arrived. Others refine pills using spiritual fire, but he refines pills using synthesis. With a single dose of vital energy, elixirs flow like water. Others forge weapons by using materials, he forges weapons by disassembling them. Disassemble a magical artifact, and you'll find all the blueprints and materials. Once the resources are in your hands, you can set up a mass production line in the next second. He eats elixirs like candy, sets off talismans like fireworks, and grows things in his own backyard for fun—things that others risk their lives to fight for. It's not that he's arrogant, it's that the system really can provide it. But Chen Yi knew very well that if this thing were exposed, let alone a Nascent Soul cultivator, even a Foundation Establishment cultivator could turn him into bone dust. So he remained timid, hidden, and cautiously survived. Hunt monsters to cultivate loyal followers, act as a front for others, earn Foundation Establishment Pills, and accumulate some minor influence. Many years later, Wanbaolou hangs high in the clouds. Eight hundred Golden Core cultivators lined up, while dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators obeyed their commands. He robbed all the merchants in the cultivation world of their money, leaving them crying out in despair, yet no one dared to utter a single word of dissent. Chen Yi stood on the rooftop, looking down at the Nascent Soul experts below, all of them desperately trying to join his Wanbao Tower. Chen Yi waved his hand and said, "Go back and keep rolling!" "If you all join, who am I supposed to make money from?"