Lord of Exorcism

The ley lines of the Xuan Cang Continent are weeping.

The ice of the Extreme Cold Domain is gnawing at the roots of the Cang River, the baleful spirits raised by the Shadow Pavilion are grinding their teeth in hidden waterways, and the moment the compass-wielding boy in Qingwu City touches the “Fragmentary Scroll of the Land,” the entire continent’s spiritual energy erupts. A bronze disc reflects a sea of sand, a bone talisman is soaked in river tides, and even shards of bitterly cold ice dance in his palm.

No one knows that this exorcist apprentice, only at the first rank of the Qi Sense Realm, holds the key to making heaven and earth breathe again.