Brother Who Determines the Fate of the Nation: My Great Emperor's Cultivation Level Exposed by

Golden characters, written in a flowing, flamboyant style, were imprinted on the sky. Amidst the surging purple aura, the words were so clear that eight billion people worldwide could not close their eyes.

[Number One on the Global Brother Starting Position Ranking: Dragon Kingdom, Su Xuan!]

No one speaks.

There wasn't a single comment.

The data streams from all live streaming rooms around the world dropped to zero at that moment, and even the server's activity stopped for a full ten seconds.

Then, the chat window in the official Dragon Kingdom live stream crashed.

It's not lagging, it's that it can't handle the load.

The torrent of text messages sent simultaneously by 1.4 billion people crashed the entire server.

"First!"

"Su Xuan! Number one on the list!"

"Holy crap, that's awesome! Su Xuan, you're amazing!!"

Inside the Dragon Kingdom's highest command center, the old general with gray hair rested his hands on the table, his shoulders trembling slightly.

a long time.

The old general slowly straightened up and turned around.

"Pass down the order."

"Cancel Level 1 combat readiness."

"yes!"

The White House, the Oval Office.

The lieutenant general remained in the same standing position, with his hands on the table and his body leaning forward.

He stared at the large screen on the wall for five seconds, then slowly sat back down.

No one speaks.

A civilian official standing nearby spoke cautiously.

"General, do we need to...?"

"Shut up."

The lieutenant general closed his eyes.

$140 billion, five years, and the entire nation's resources were used to create a super soldier.

They were only in second place.

They even lost to someone who had been dead for three years.

In the live stream room of Japan, all the comments that were just celebrating disappeared.

Miyamoto Hanzo, ranked fifth, S-class rating.

Su Xuan, first place.

There are four places in between, and each place represents a huge gap in strength.

A netizen typed a line of text, but deleted it three times without sending it.

In the end, he only put a period.

desert island.

Park Ji-eun knelt on the beach, her legs completely out of her control, the purple pressure pouring down from the sky making it impossible for her to even lift her head.

The two chosen ones from small countries next to her were already huddled together, their faces deathly pale.

Su Ruo stood still.

The gun hung at his side, and he remained motionless.

She looked up at the name in the sky.

Su Xuan.

She hadn't seen that name in ages.

She stood directly beneath the vast expanse of purple light, the golden rays falling on her face, warming her to the touch.

"elder brother……"

Only this one word was squeezed out from between his teeth.

The golden scroll gave no one time to react; the text above the sky continued to surge.

New information began to appear below Su Xuan's name.

[Status: Died in a car accident three years ago, soul crossed dimensions and transmigrated to the world of cultivation!]

The chat in the global live stream, which had just resumed, stopped again.

"Time travel?"

"The world of cultivation?"

These two words have landed in the minds of eight billion people.

The Dragon Kingdom's live stream room exploded first.

"What do you mean? Su Xuan didn't die? He transmigrated?"

"What is the cultivation world? Is it like the one described in novels?"

"Wait, everyone calm down. Does this mean that cultivating immortality is real? That cultivating immortality really exists?"

"Damn, thinking about it, he died three years ago, and his soul went to the cultivation world, where he cultivated for three years. Is that why he was able to get the top spot on the rankings?"

"Wait a minute, is the flow of time in the cultivation world the same as on Earth? What if hundreds of years have passed there?"

In the live stream of the American country, a netizen typed a line of trembling text.

"So our super serum warrior lost to a cultivator?"

No one replied to him.

Because everyone is still processing this information.

Cultivating immortality.

It is not a novel, not fantasy, not a fictional setting in a literary work.

It is another dimension that truly exists.

Japanese netizens were the first to react.

"If the cultivation world is real, how long has Su Xuan been cultivating there? What realm is he at now?"

"Lord Miyamoto Hanzo is a grandmaster of swordsmanship in this era, rated S-rank, which is already at the pinnacle of human skill. What makes Su Xuan think he can suppress him?"

"Unless... the power system of the cultivation world is simply beyond human comprehension."

This comment sent chills down the spines of countless viewers.

Above the deserted island, the golden scroll began to change.

The patterns on the surface of the scroll expanded rapidly, with the edges extending in all directions. Within ten seconds, the scroll expanded from its original size of tens of meters to a huge canopy covering the entire sky.

A deep, resonant notification sound echoed across the globe.

"To demonstrate the absolute authority of the number one ranking, we are now broadcasting Su Xuan's early experiences after his transmigration to the world simultaneously."

The sky brightened.

The image slowly appeared.

It's not any scenery on Earth.

Nestled amidst towering mountains and swirling mists, a dilapidated mountain gate stands halfway up the mountain. Above the gate hangs a weathered plaque with three characters inscribed on it.

Qingyun Sect.

The ancient architectural complex stretches along the mountain ridge, with upturned eaves, gray tiles and white walls, but many places are damaged and collapsed, and weeds grow wildly from the cracks in the bricks.

The scene moves forward.

Under the blazing sun, a young man was hunched over, carrying two buckets of water on a shoulder pole, walking step by step up the mountain.

Wearing coarse linen clothes and straw sandals, sweat rolled down his forehead and soaked his back.

Su Xuan.

He was almost indistinguishable from the young man who carried bricks on a construction site on Earth, except that he was dressed in coarse cloth shirts typical of the cultivation world.

His back was bent from the weight of the two buckets of water. The steps were steep, and he walked slowly but steadily.

A line of cold, narrated text appeared on the sky.

[Spiritual Root Assessment: Inferior, extremely rare, almost non-existent.]

[Cultivation Aptitude: Useless Body.]

[Sect Ranking: Outer Sect Servant, ineligible for any promotion.]

The chat in the Dragon Kingdom's live stream room fell silent at that moment.

Waste body.

Odd jobs.

They are not qualified for any promotion.

This is how Su Xuan's story begins after he transmigrates to the world of cultivation.

How similar it is to his life on Earth.

On Blue Star, he dropped out of junior high school and worked as a construction worker.

In the world of cultivation, those with weak spiritual roots and poor bodies are relegated to carrying water and chopping wood.

The celestial display continued playing.

Su Xuan put down the water bucket and walked towards the woodshed. He picked up an axe and began chopping firewood, one stroke at a time.

Several young men dressed in brocade robes walked by in the distance. One of them glanced at him and said something to his companion.

The group walked away laughing.

Su Xuan didn't look up. He steadily brought the axe down, and the firewood was neatly stacked at his feet.

The scene shifts to nighttime.

Under the moonlight, everyone returned to their rooms, leaving only Su Xuan alone in the vast back mountain.

He took off his shirt, went shirtless, and practiced horse stance under the moonlight.

A quarter of an hour.

Two quarters of an hour.

Half an hour.

He changed his posture and began doing push-ups, one after another, with a steady rhythm.

After he finished, he sat on the ground, looked up at the starry sky, panting, but there was no sign of dejection on his face.

In the celestial display, Su Xuan's eyes shone exceptionally brightly under the starlight.

That kind of brightness wasn't excitement, nor ambition.

It is something extremely pure.