One all-nighter, just before dawn, Su Jie was unexpectedly pulled into a WeChat group called "The Great Dao Reaches the Heavens."
Thinking he'd joined a den of hardcore role-playing weirdos, he struck a practiced pose, ready to lurk, grab red envelopes, and watch the internet goofballs ham it up.
But... things gradually started to feel off.
That beauty in black stockings who kept posting "selfies from thirty thousand feet up"... was she really standing above the clouds with ten thousand swords returning to their source behind her?
And the group member who posted daily short videos of alchemy furnaces exploding casually sent out a red envelope. Could the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir that landed in his hands really bring the dead back to life?
