My name is Ling Yanci. I have been cultivating on the mountain for three thousand years and was kicked down the mountain by my master.
Before going down the mountain, I thought I was about to face a dynasty change and a battle between immortals.
Thousands of years have passed since the human world changed. Mortals no longer cultivate immortality, but instead cultivate science and technology. The aura is still there, but they can't sense it. Immortal magic can still be used, but they call it "feudal superstition." The Feng Dynasty three thousand years ago was wiped clean, and not even a punctuation mark was left in the history books.
I am suspected to be the only living immortal cultivator in the world. I have a thousand yuan in my pocket, live in a haunted house with a monthly rent of 800 yuan, and my roommate is a little ghost girl.
A new world where theology, Taoism, and technology are intertwined.
Perhaps the civilization of cultivating immortals three thousand years ago was wiped out by some force, and the Taoism that I have cultivated for three thousand years is being used as a chess piece.
There's nothing we can do about it.
The difference between chess players and chess pieces is that chess pieces will only follow a predetermined route, while chess players can overturn the chess board. I'm not a chess piece. Be it theology or Taoism, they will all be in my hands
