When the instant noodle broth on a fortune-telling stall casts a Golden Light Spell, and a sword tassel strung with Five Emperor Coins severs the head of a silver corpse, the most mysterious slacker Taoist in Xuantian City can no longer hide.
Lu Qingxuan is an unlicensed fortune-teller who gets chased by city inspectors. Yet when the corpse tide hits, he catches a rain of corpse crystals in an instant noodle bowl.
Su Jiuli, an S-rank ability user who can freeze a thousand miles, hears a fox cry whenever she is near death, until that scruffy Taoist uses a safety talisman to pin down the demon tail poking out of her collar.
This is an apocalypse where scientific cultivation collides with cyber zombies:
- Talismans are mass-produced with 3D printers
- Sword cultivators deliver takeout on nuclear-powered flying swords
- Mutant zombies learn to shout, "Fellow cultivator, please stay your step!" after devouring cultivators
While everyone thinks Lu Qingxuan is an ancient monster who has been in seclusion for a thousand years, he is staring worriedly at the suddenly awakened [Taiyi Dongxuan Mirror]. "What is this power-bank version of lightning magic? What happened to riding the wind on my sword?"
But on the night the blood moon hangs overhead, the Corpse King Mingye reveals the cruelest truth of this era:
"Three hundred years ago, your sect's patriarch sealed me away. Have you even forgotten what kind of Dao you cultivate?"
Lu Qingxuan looks at the mecha-style Taiji diagram appearing in the mirror and finally remembers the gilded words missing from his ID: the line representing humanity's last hope, [
In this world where zombies can form battle arrays and fox spirits drive armored cars, the strongest cultivator is, of all things, a materialist Taoist.
You think I'm showing off, but I'm actually working on public infrastructure. You think I want to save the world, but all I want is to cook instant noodles in peace.
