Trash in heaven king on Earth

Chapter 1: The Ring That Pierces Worlds

They called him trash.

In the vast Qingxiao Continent, where spirit energy flowed like rivers and sects ruled the land, those without talent were less than insects. Yin was one such insect—an outer disciple in the low-ranked Dusky Cloud Sect, orphaned, talentless, mocked even by those younger than him.

He had no father’s name to protect him. No spirit root to cultivate. His cultivation hadn’t even broken through the first layer of Qi Refinement, despite years of menial labor and bruised hands.

But fate… has its own plans.

That evening, under a crimson sunset, Yin was forced to clear a forbidden cliffside garden. No one ever dared go there—said to be cursed. But trash like him? Who would care?

As he pulled weeds from the mossy ground, his hand brushed against something cold.

A ring.

Black. Old. Etched with strange lines that pulsed faintly like veins under skin.

The moment he slipped it on, the world stilled.

Whooom—!

A pulse surged through him. Before he could react, the sky cracked like glass, and his body was sucked into a vortex of spinning light.

Then—

HONK!

Yin fell face-first onto hard black stone—no, a road. Blinding lights nearly hit him as a strange beast with glowing eyes zoomed past him. He rolled to the side, heart pounding.

“What the hell?! Are you insane, walking on the road?!”

A voice shouted in a strange tongue, fast and aggressive. Yin sat up, dazed, staring at glass towers that touched the clouds and a sky filled with strange flying contraptions.

He wasn’t in Qingxiao anymore.

This… was a whole new world.

[Spiritual Ring Activated. Welcome to Earth.]

The voice echoed in his mind, calm and mechanical.

“You may now travel freely between the Cultivation Realm and the Modern Realm. Adapt. Learn. Grow.”

His eyes widened as he looked at the endless stream of cars, the neon signs, the screens flashing moving images.

He was a trash in heaven.

But here?

Maybe this world would make him into a king.