Most people don't choose reincarnation. Reincarnation finds their way to them. Perhaps they did something great in their life. Or maybe truck-sama wasn't looking where it was going. But without fail, those who reincarnate are destined for something great. A new life where everything changes for the better. But... Reincarnation isn't always the greatest thing. Sometimes you just draw the short end of the stick. Di Tou just happens to have drawn the shortest stick. Pulled out of his life randomly. Taken by a crazy old eccentric man not as a disciple, but as a body double?! And a janitor body double no less?! Grasping a system to find... It's a JANITOR SYSTEM!? Truly, how unlucky can one get?
Di Tou had a hard time gauging his process. For the most part, it felt smooth, but in execution, Di Tou still didn't have any meaningful insights. If he were really to quantify it, if he were to look at a battlefield between mortals, Di Tou had the feeling that he would quickly be able to identify safe spots.
As for using it as a technique, Di Tou was rather lost. For the most part, all he did in regards to the technique at the moment was meditate and visualize that scene of a towering monument time after time, and he would continuously face tribulations and like experiences while trying to find a way to the monument, which would turn small and flimsy when he arrived. The only real notable changes was how long it would take him to get there, and how large the resulting monument was when he arrived.