In the third year after the Red Mist descended, Chen Xuan was surrounded by aberrants at an abandoned gas station. At the brink of death, he awakened a unique talent: [Sect Master].
It gave him no combat abilities and couldn’t strengthen him. Its sole function was to summon cultivators from the void and make them disciples of his sect.
The first person he summoned was an old man with a white beard.
“I am Qing Yunzi, at the Tribulation Transcendence stage. Greetings, Sect Master.”
Chen Xuan looked at the fire axe he had just thrown away, then at the seven aberrants outside the door that had been reduced to ash in an instant.
“Old sir, would you like some hand cream?”
A shameless sect master surviving the apocalypse, and a bunch of absurd disciples summoned from the world of cultivation. In the wasteland swallowed by the Red Mist, the world’s most unserious sect has opened for business.
