After transmigrating to the otherworldly Great Zhou, where sinister arts ran rampant, Xuan Yin wanted nothing more than to be an idle scholar at the Directorate of Astronomy, taking it easy day by day.
But an eerie case shattered the peace: beautiful women’s skins, carefully stripped off in one piece, began appearing across the capital. Cinnabar talismans swirled across them, seething with resentment. The court was at a loss, and even eminent monks and Taoist masters wanted nothing to do with the case.
With no other choice, Xuan Yin was forced to act. In the face of skepticism, he neither offered incense nor chanted incantations. With a single drop of blood, he drew a talisman in midair and used the long-lost Zhuyou forbidden art, Blood Talisman Revelation, to make the empty skins reveal the victims’ final memories!
In an instant, resentment took shape, the evil curse turned on its master, and everyone in the hall was stunned!
The empress, Wu Mingkong, narrowed her phoenix eyes from her throne and, for the first time, took notice of this unassuming trainee. She personally appointed him to lead the investigation, using the case as an opportunity to revive the forbidden “Thirteen Branches of Zhuyou.”
But Xuan Yin soon discovered that the truth behind the case was far more than a simple haunting. The strange fragrance on a colleague’s sleeve, the Miao maiden’s sudden challenge, the mysterious mark from the imperial workshop: every clue pointed to a shocking conspiracy to steal the foundations of the realm and overthrow the dynasty.
Soul Seizure damages the heart. Talisman Arts drain the spirit. Forbidden spells shorten one’s life! Every time he uses Zhuyou arts, he sacrifices a part of his lifespan.
With perilous court intrigue on one side and treacherous clashes of secret arts on the other, Xuan Yin walks on the edge of a blade, forbidden ancient arts in hand.
When he finally uncovers the truth behind the Map of the Realm’s Fortune and faces countless demons on the Altar of Heaven, how will he use a forgotten discipline, in the body of an ordinary man, to turn the tide and reshape the fate of the realm?
Well written, I'm optimistic about you
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