Chen Qiu looked around bewilderedly before finally resting his gaze on the red stone pillar. He found it somewhat absurd. Before he transmigrated, he had read immortal novels, and he knew that a recurring theme in these stories was opportunity.
This was quite normal.
But at least those immortal novels had some basic logic to the opportunities, right?
Like discovering an ancient divine artifact covered in dust at a street stall, or falling into a cliff only to find a powerful person's secret realm and treasures at the bottom. At the very least, there should have been some twists and hardships before encountering an opportunity, right?
Yet, in this world he had transmigrated to, the so-called opportunity just burst forth from the ground?
Whoever was nearby was the destined one?
It seemed a bit too childish.
