Devouring and Evolving from Rotten Wood

A tattered piece of wood lay buried in the mud when suddenly a beam of white light entered it, triggering an incredible transformation.

Within the decayed wood, a faint brilliance flickered. A weak figure slowly opened his eyes.

“I… transmigrated?”

With a look of utter astonishment, Qin Chuan recalled being struck unconscious by an unidentified flying object in his previous life. Who would have thought he’d end up in another world? Instantly, a surge of information flooded his mind.

This was a fantastical realm, home to myriad planes—immortals, daoists, demons, monsters, ghosts, gods, and more. Wars frequently erupted among the planes, all vying for resources and followers from the mortal world.

In short, this was an extremely dangerous world.

And the Spirit Plane was considered one of the lower planes, where anything and everything could become a spirit.

After finally digesting this torrent of information, Qin Chuan took a look at his own body—or perhaps, it was more accurate to say he tried. Because he didn’t even have a body. He was merely inhabiting a fragment of rotten wood.

Shifting his “perspective,” he glimpsed the grain of wood, then a stretch of forest beyond.

Qin Chuan’s lips twitched in silent frustration.

“Damn it, everyone else who transmigrates becomes some kind of super genius or invincible war god.”

“Even if you’re a bit unlucky, at least you get a human body of flesh and blood.”

“But what the hell is this? A rotten stick of wood!”

Qin Chuan was nearly in tears. With a body of