Maoshan, the foremost sacred site of Taoism, is now home to just two Daoist priests: one old and one young.
Thirty-six-year-old Lin Yi went up the mountain at six and spent thirty years training under his master in Maoshan's seventy-two arts. Talismans, incantations, thunder magic, feng shui: he knew them all, but had no use for any of them. In this era, ghosts had stopped showing up.
Then his master fell ill and was hospitalized, and Lin Yi went down the mountain alone to investigate a supposedly haunted old house.
He discovered that it wasn't a ghost at all.
It was a sword, one that sealed the ancient fiend Chang.
An unintentional blow from Lin Yi broke the seal.
The thing his master had told him to “guard” thirty years ago had burst out of its prohibition deep within Maoshan.
In a single night, evil spirits dormant for a thousand years began to awaken. And Lin Yi, the last Daoist priest, who didn't even own a car and could barely get a phone signal, would be the final line of defense for the human world.
He had no fellow disciples, no powerful allies, and hardly anyone who believed him.
All he had was a rusty peachwood sword, Daoist arts he had never truly put to use, and an ancestral commandment etched into his bones:
“Maoshan disciples slay demons and eliminate evil, fighting to the death.”
When ancient Daoist arts collide with the modern city and evils sealed away for a thousand years return to the human world, the last Daoist priest's journey to defend the mountain has only just begun.
