After Lightning Struck Me into the Apocalypse, My Aloof Master Came to Rescue Me

Ling Shuang was struck by a bizarre tribulation lightning bolt and sent to the apocalypse.

Seeing zombies wandering the streets, she calmly pulled out a lightning talisman. “Thin on spiritual energy? There’s plenty of baleful energy, at least.”

She casually froze a zombie lunging at her and frowned. “There’s something wrong with this world’s Heavenly Dao.”

As a horde of zombies engulfed the safe zone, the sky suddenly split open.

Xuan Xiao, dressed in snow-white robes, flew out on his sword, his sword light sweeping across a hundred thousand zombies.

He looked down at his battered young disciple. “Shuang’er, I calculated that someone has tampered with this world’s Heavenly Dao.”

“You and I, master and disciple, must reforge the order of this world.”