Li Xuanzhen, a Tang dynasty Celestial Master, summoned the thunder tribulation of the Nine Heavens to suppress the Blood Moon Corpse King. His soul transmigrated to Quantum Avenue in Chang’an in 2025. With milk tea stains on his sleeve, he saw the real world beneath the neon lights: the earthbound spirit gnawing on steel reinforcing bars in a subway tunnel was a programmer who had died suddenly after working 996 hours; the top donor on a livestream had a chain of jiangshi-mastering ghosts wrapped around his neck; even in the depths of an AI virtual idol’s eyes lurked a blood-moon hook.
The NSA locked him up as a lunatic, until three thousand employees at an abandoned data center all fell asleep at once. Li Xuanzhen bit his fingertip, and a blood talisman summoned lightning that pierced the quantum servers. What was reduced to ashes turned out to be a “data wraith,” formed from the fear of internet users. The task force commander dropped to one knee. “Celestial Master, please accept my reverence!”
He began livestreaming his demon-slaying. Millions watched as a peachwood sword cleaved a holographic projection. The comments changed from “Must be special effects” to “Help! The shadow under my bed is moving!” When AI Xuanji, the reincarnation of his senior brother from a thousand years ago, sought to rebuild the Blood Moon Underworld using human dreams, Li Xuanzhen stood atop Mount Everest. The thunder sigil on his chest burned through the wind and snow. “In the name of the Celestial Master, I offer my soul as the conduit. When the Celestial Master appears, all ghosts flee!”
On November 16, 2025, the global internet went dark for three seconds. A blood talisman appeared on every phone: “Share this talisman, and see the truth.” Suddenly, people saw that the convenience store cashier was a jiangshi-mastering ghost, and that a child’s drawing depicted a grandpa in a Daoist robe…
This is no power fantasy about transmigration. It is the blood of thirty thousand souls from Talas, still warm, and the cracks in the human heart that technology cannot illuminate. When a jasmine petal flashes with a thunder sigil, only then do you understand:
“Demons and monsters fear no technology. They fear the terror in people’s hearts.”
