“I hear you call vampires the nobles of the night around here. Come on, bring your forehead over here and see if my ‘Corpse-Calming Talisman’ feels hot!”
Li Xuanyang, the youngest living Celestial Master of the Zhengyi sect on Mount Longhu, had his very existence shattered by the Nine Heavens’ Divine Thunder while undergoing tribulation. When he opened his eyes, he found himself dropped into a gloomy, filthy European mass grave in the Middle Ages.
To earn enough merit to rebuild a “signal tower” and ascend back home, Li Xuanyang had no choice but to lead a group of Western companions who were “making up their own stories and wildly misinterpreting everything,” and set off on a deranged mission to spread Daoist magic westward:
