My name is Ling Yanci. I spent three thousand years cultivating on a mountain, until my master kicked me down it.
Before I left, I thought I was about to face dynastic upheavals and rivalries among immortals.
A thousand years of human civilization had passed. Mortals no longer cultivated immortality; they pursued technology instead. Spiritual energy still existed, but they couldn't sense it. Immortal arts still worked, but they called them “feudal superstition.” The Feng Dynasty of three thousand years ago had been erased completely, without even a punctuation mark left in the history books.
I seemed to be the only living cultivator left in the entire world. I had a thousand yuan in my pocket, lived in a haunted house that cost eight hundred yuan a month, and shared it with a little ghost girl.
A new world where theology, Daoism, and technology intertwine.
Perhaps some force erased the cultivation civilization of three thousand years ago, and now the Dao I've cultivated for all that time is being used to make me a pawn.
Well, so be it.
The difference between a player and a pawn is that a pawn can only follow a set path, while a player can flip the board. I won't be a pawn. Theology or Daoism, I'll take it all into my hands.
