After transmigrating into Shi Jian, I thought I was facing a hellish start.
Then the System in my mind revealed the truth:
[The primordial world is dead, and the Heavenly Dao is imprisoned. Hongjun devours worlds, and the Age of Decline is a conspiracy.]
[You are the one and only anomaly, the one who escaped the count.]
I looked at the System's outrageously expensive merit-point rewards, then at my junior brother Lin Jiu, who regarded me with wary, complicated eyes.
In this desperate world, where spiritual energy has dried up and demons run rampant,
I put away my thunder arts and gave the townspeople who came seeking help a benevolent smile:
“Exorcisms cost ten taels. Funerals are discounted, and installment payments are welcome.”
Using a modern mindset, I “optimized” Taoist arts, preyed on other predators, raised zombies, and frantically amassed every bit of power I could.
Everyone thought I had fallen into demonic ways. Even Uncle Jiu cut ties with me.
They had no idea that the corpse energy I stole, the resentment I refined, and the merit I accumulated were all for one purpose:
To gather enough thunderous power to defy Heaven and slay the gods before the beast called the Heavenly Dao awakens!
