I Cultivate the Heavenly Dao in a Psychiatric Hospital

Archaeologist Jiang Lin awakened an ancient sword spirit, only to be locked away in a psychiatric hospital. In truth, it was a prison for cultivators: electronic shackles suppressed spiritual power, while liquid moonlight formed the administration’s surveillance network. The mysterious nurse Lu Zhaoxue had a phoenix tattoo on her neck capable of burning up orbital weapons, and on the hospital’s eighteenth underground floor were imprisoned the “Five Turbid Evil Spirits,” embodiments of anger, delusion, greed, arrogance, and doubt. Jiang Lin discovered that the walls of his ward were covered in forbidden techniques, and that the number on his patient uniform marked an array’s hidden pivot. The director of the administration, Ye Zhiqiu, had a “Spirit-Slaying Plan” that was finally coming to light: he had spent three hundred years laying a worldwide spiritual-sealing formation, and the sword spirit inside Jiang Lin was the key to its array. “You think you’re a prisoner?” Beneath the blood moon, black blood seeped from a bronze coffin. “You are the sword with which I shall sever the heavens.” As the dome of the psychiatric hospital shattered, Jiang Lin faced a siege by the Five Turbid Evil Spirits and cybernetic cultivators. He gripped the sword formed from moonlight. “If the Heavenly Dao will not save humanity, then I will save the Heavenly Dao.”