The eighteenth rift is my age, and the wound where the world split open on me.
The night after the college entrance exams, my life should have carried on along its ordinary path, until I wandered into that dark alley and watched reality peel away like cheap wallpaper.
Beyond the rift lurked writhing horrors from higher dimensions. Inside me, a power called “Lingxi” awakened savagely amid excruciating pain.
I thought I was the only unlucky one, until a government agency calling itself “Hidden Dragon” came knocking. They told me I was a rare “compatible one,” and that seventeen such rifts had already appeared across the country.
I'm Wu Xiaohang, the one awakened by the eighteenth rift.
The first seventeen were geniuses, elite soldiers, and heirs to ancient martial arts. I'm just an ordinary student who's barely reached adulthood.
Now I have to use these hands, which once knew only how to hold a pen, to wield a blade against demons from another world. Because the next place to split open might be the wall of your home.
