The Path to Transcendence Across the Heavens

The rain poured down in torrents, dense raindrops pounding the asphalt and sending up splashes of water. A gray veil of rain covered the entire city. Neon lights warped and twisted across the wet streets, like an oil painting soaked in water.

Chen Xiaotian squinted as the rain poncho on his electric scooter flapped in the gale. Rain slid down his cheeks and seeped into his collar, bringing a bone-chilling cold. He glanced down at his phone. The navigation showed three kilometers to the destination: an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city.

"This damn weather..." he muttered, cursing.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.