When the red rain soaks into the urban village, the cracks in the world of cultivation are swallowing up the human world——
Lin Yan, an abandoned disciple of Qingyun Temple who was forced into a desperate situation by rent, dug out half a mysterious jade slip from under an old locust tree. The moment he touched it, he glimpsed the fairy palace in the clouds, and the talisman appearing on his wrist was like the key to open Pandora's box: the old man in the alley played chess and preached, and the chess pieces turned into stars and crushed time and space; the red rain-soaked alley wall revealed the ancient cultivation formation, and the blood corroded the boundaries of reality; the talisman that had never taken effect suddenly burst out with devastating power, but the cost was a life countdown.
Lin Yan awakened his "dust root" constitution and was able to refine his obsessions into spiritual roots of cultivation, but found that his name had already been engraved on the death monument thirty years ago. The master of the Cloud Immortal Palace actually had the same face as him. When he appeared holding a complete jade slip, what appeared behind him was a panoramic view of the village in the city.
The rules of cultivation are rewriting modern society:
The secret teleportation array is hidden in the freezer of the convenience store. The top candidates in the college entrance examination compete for spots in the special cultivation recruitment. The skyrocketing housing prices are due to the rush to buy spiritual energy plots. Lin Yan must break through the foundation within three months, otherwise he will be obliterated by the "Demon Slayer" in the world of cultivation. What's even more deadly is that every cultivation choice he makes affects reality: killing evil cultivators causes a series of murders, and absorbing spiritual energy causes urban earthquakes.
When the red rain came again, the cultivation countdown began to flash——
The old locust tree bears talking fruit, sealing the truth of cultivation that was erased thirty years ago. And his antique shop friend Su Qing, who always teased him, was currently standing on the flying boat in the Cloud Immortal Palace, holding the blood-stained Immortal Slayer Sword.
Who tampered with history?
When cultivators become abandoned by the times, can mortals reverse the way of heaven?
