The day he transmigrated, Mu Yun became the leader of a rebel army, the puppet kind.
He was gravely wounded and on the brink of death, hunted by an Earth-Realm powerhouse, and even had to arrange his own funeral. He'd planned to lie flat and live as a rich man with his five thousand silver notes, but then he discovered the sky above him was a lie: the two thousand years of history of Shenzhou were all in the hands of an organization called the "Immortals." Emperor Gengshi had vanished, the realm had fractured into four, and Confucianism and the Dao were in decline.
Mu Yun decided to stop pretending. With a modern man's mind, he'd reason with the "Immortals."
"The Confucian Dao is the human way." Who says mortals can't flip over the Immortals' chessboard?
