A nação inteira ascendeu, mas eu não embarquei.

Author: You Qian

Ao acordar, toda a humanidade no mundo inteiro ascendeu, restando apenas Chu Qiuci, junto com um mundo cheio de demônios e fantasmas. Preso a ela estava um sistema de IA imbecil, que não servia para nada além de puxar-saco. Ainda bem que seus compatriotas deixaram para trás inúmeras tecnologias e conhecimentos de cultivo. Como a última cidadã do planeta Azul, ela se tornou a única herdeira com autoridade máxima. Bastava carregar os dados das relíquias para cultivar imortalidade cientificamente e evoluir sem dor. Enquanto outros cultivavam por meio de Fundação da Base, Núcleo Dourado e Bebê Primordial, o cultivo dela era por modificação, atualização e aprimoramento. Assim, ela embarcou em uma jornada de se fortalecer enquanto procurava pelas relíquias deixadas por seus compatriotas. Mas quem poderia dizer a ela por que seus compatriotas, além de deixarem heranças, também deixaram um monte de armadilhas?

A nação inteira ascendeu, mas eu não embarquei.

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Chapter 1: Crossing Over and Encountering Cattle and Horses

The sun blazed overhead, the height of summer scorching the earth. At the hottest hour of noon, an unusually long queue stretched along the central street of Yanlin City, its members dressed in various styles, each wearing an expression of eager anticipation, as though awaiting some grand surprise.

Chu Qiuci stood among them, though having arrived late, she was relegated to the distant end of the line. The scent of sweat mingled with the pungent odors of assorted beasts filled her nostrils, nearly overwhelming her despite a month of acclimation; the sun threatened to peel her skin, and all she wished for was the shade of the nearby trees.

“Little Chu, don’t fidget now. If the Immortal Master comes out and thinks we’re disrespectful, it won’t be good.” Just as she tried to quietly shift her feet, a massive bovine head loomed before her, its broad, flat nose even larger than her face, snorting twice and covering her cheeks in a haze of cow breath. The bovine aroma now thoroughly saturated her.

Well, she was marinated through and through.

The close-up view of the cow head, two or three times larger than a human’s, had once made Chu Qiuci want to scream in terror. Now, she could calmly tilt her head and respond.

“Alright, Uncle Ox.”

“You child, how many times have I told you my surname is Ma, not Niu,” the cow head corrected.

“Alright, Uncle Horse-Cow, no problem, Uncle Horse-Cow,” she replied obediently.

“...”

Yes, Chu Qiuci had transmigrated.

The good news: it was a physical transmigration.

The bad news: she