Li Xuan, a young Taoist at Qingyun Temple on the outskirts of Yunzhu City, spends his days practicing his stance, delivering takeout, and listening to his master grumble that “the spiritual energy disappeared ages ago.” Then one day, the protective talisman he’d worn for ten years suddenly shattered. An orange cat in an alley passed through a wall, and broken bricks in a demolition zone felt warm to the touch. Spiritual energy had crashed into the steel-and-concrete city in a chaotic, violent surge.
A fragment of a bronze sword concealed a thousand-year-old secret. A researcher in a white lab coat carried a spiritual-energy detector, while a chipped jade pendant in an antique shop drained people’s yang energy. When refining essence into qi collided with a biology lab, and a wall-walking cat led him to discover the mark of a “Gravekeeper,” Li Xuan finally understood his master’s words: “The return of spiritual energy is a disaster, not a blessing.” The world was about to change.
Feeling pretty good