When Jiang Li, the Dao Ancestor of Ten Thousand Laws, was undergoing her ascension tribulation, the Ninefold Purple Heavens Divine Thunder struck her until her soul was utterly destroyed. When she opened her eyes again, she had become a young beggar beneath a pedestrian bridge in the Age of Declining Dharma. Her dantian was empty, her meridians blocked, and spiritual energy was as scarce as in a desert. All she had in her pocket was half a hard steamed bun and a worn coin. Worse still, this world cared nothing for cultivation. It only cared about money.
She spread out a piece of cardboard and used a stone to write eight characters: "Fortune-telling under the bridge. No fee if I'm wrong." Nobody believed her. After a thug cursed her for pretending to be a mystic, he flipped over backward three seconds later. A rich family's abandoned wife took her for a con artist, but that very night, Jiang Li pointed out over the phone that the jade Buddha worshipped in her home for thirty years had been corrupted by baleful energy. Her five-year-old boy then smashed a third-floor hospital window with his bare hands. Jiang Li held the child in one hand as golden light swallowed a vengeful ghost in the other.
Jiang Li took out her phone and started a livestream: "Fortune-telling online. Come if you dare." The whole internet went wild.
