(Not a wish-fulfillment novel, no System, slow-paced, enter with caution.)
When I was six,
a group of tomb raiders came to our village. Curiosity got the better of me, and I followed them. Inside the tomb, I inherited a Daoist's legacy and obtained several magical artifacts.
From that very moment, an invisible hand seemed to be manipulating everything from behind the scenes.
My grandfather's disappearance. My master's death.
One strange event after another came rushing in.
Following the clues, I discovered that the Celestial Emperor's scroll in my hands was actually the Investiture of the Gods.
They wanted me dead! They wanted freedom!
Ancient gods, great demons, ghosts, monsters, and spirits all take their turns appearing.
The dragon's shadow in the river, the great serpent that left the village, and all manner of demons, ghosts, and monsters: even when gods and Buddhas rise together, they are no match for the human heart's dark schemes...
(This story is fictional. Please don't treat it as real life.)
