At 38, his life falls apart.
He owes 400,000 yuan, earns 4,000 a month, his ex-wife has left, his elderly mother is seriously ill, and his son has just started elementary school.
Chen Mo is in a car accident amid his numbing daily grind, but the crash opens the door to another world.
It turns out that the end of science really is mysticism.
In his hand is a crumpled copy of the Basic Breathing Method. On his phone screen, a text message demands payment.
Facing this absurd new world, he makes a vow:
He cultivates not for immortality, nor for thrills.
He does it only to pay off his debts, cure his mother, and protect his son as he grows up.
And to make those who trampled on him and looked down on him watch closely.
From then on, he leads a double life:
By day, he is a meek office worker, squeezed dry by the grind of life.
By night, he is a cultivator, drawing in spiritual energy amid hidden undercurrents and advancing one careful step at a time.
Magic is his most secret trump card, and his sharpest blade.
This is a middle-aged man's desperate counterattack.
In a modern city of steel and concrete, he uses immortal arts as kindling to reignite a life that had hit rock bottom.
Debts must be repaid. That's only right.
Cross me, and both the immortal and mortal worlds will bear witness.
Chen Mo: “I have a bad temper, and I really can use magic.”
