Zhang Xuanqing transmigrated to a parallel world and became the last Celestial Master of Mount Longhu!
He thought he would spend the rest of his life peacefully as a Taoist priest.
But then the zombies revived, unleashing a global catastrophe.
The morgue doors at hospitals were pounded on by something unseen, cold-storage drawers at funeral homes slid open by themselves, and seven coffins marched through the night from an old grave...
Faced with the zombie disaster sweeping the world, Zhang Xuanqing, the last Celestial Master of Mount Longhu, had no choice but to don his white crane robe embroidered with azure thunder and head down the mountain, summoning thunder with his bare hands.
Glutinous rice to draw out corpse poison, inked ropes to bind zombie hordes, black dog blood to suppress evil, and the Five Thunders True Method to blast open coffins.
The black-furred zombies bullets couldn’t pierce? He shattered them with one palm strike.
The zombie hordes even the special task force couldn’t hold back? He set up a thunderfire formation to burn them all.
The Yinshan Corpse Sect is wreaking havoc in the human world? Sounds like you’re asking to get struck by my heavenly thunder!
The zombie plague descended, and the world fell into chaos.
Zhang Xuanqing stood before the tide of corpses, lightning dancing in his palm.
“Zombies have revived?”
“Then I’ll show every evil corpse in this world what it means when thunder rolls across the sky!”
“Thunder, come!”
The other Taoist sects: “Wait, weren’t we in the Age of Declining Dharma? How can he summon thunder with his bare hands?!”
The Yinshan Corpse Sect: “Holy crap! He’s cheating! He’s coming with thunder in his hands! Run!”
The people of the country: “What the hell! You’re summoning thunder with your bare hands. How are we supposed to believe in science now?!”
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Well, overall it's alright, but it needs some polishing. Less AI intervention, fewer questionable passages, just rely on its strength, like you wrote in the opening chapter—a direct clash of brilliance.
That long, pointed thing looks like a controlled knife.
Keep it up, it's well written.
It's alright, but it's been a while since the last update.
To be honest, it's alright, but it still needs more refinement.