I am in Wuxia, but the system lied to me that I am in Xianxia.

Zhao Yang had transmigrated. The system told him that he had transmigrated to a very terrifying Xianxia world.

There was a supreme emperor with one finger pointing to the sky and the other pointing to the ground. There was also an immortal who sang his true name.

In order not to be treated like an ant, Zhao Yang chose to cultivate.

Until one day, three hundred years later, two people fell from the place where he lived. One was called Jiang Yuyan, and the other was called Huang Rong.

"System, aren’t you going to give me an explanation? I’m in Wuxia, why did you lie to me that I’m in Xianxia? Three hundred years, do you know how I spent these three hundred years?”

"The system has detected no abnormalities. In three years, the world beyond the heavens will descend. This world is the Xianxia world.”

"I knew the System wouldn’t make a mistake…Three years later, System, are you lying to me again? What happened to the Xianxia world? Why can’t the most powerful one defeat my sword intent?”

"Your sword intent of 300 billion feet, how can the Vipralopa Immortal World…