
Taoist Master of Shenxu
by Longdike
About This Novel
Foreword: Some truths are hidden in old papers, waiting to be awakened by blood. On that late autumn night in 2026, when my fingertips touched the dark red cinnabar runes on the remaining pages of "The Story of Mountains and Rivers Imprisoning Spirits", I didn't know yet that I was touching a secret that had been sealed for three thousand years. The burning pain from my left palm split reality like a bolt of lightning. I saw the Kunlun avalanche pouring down like the Tianhe River, the huge bronze door bursting open in the abyss, and countless pairs of eyes that did not belong to this era opened at the same time-- Then I heard a voice, coming from the depths of my palms and from the end of my blood: \
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