The whole class transmigrates to cultivate immortality, and I return with a sacred weapon.

At their graduation party, the entire class collectively traveled to the Tianheng Continent. Two hundred years of cultivation had passed, and the survivors' souls returned; only twenty minutes had passed on Earth. They summoned their respective natal magical artifacts, dreaming of becoming kings and conquerors. Unexpectedly, the world changed color, and spiritual energy revived. Chen Lin looked inward at himself, seeing the Daoist aura flowing within his dantian of his natal sacred weapon, and a smile appeared on his face…