You Said the End of the Dharma Age Was Here, Yet One Thunder Spell Shattered a Flying Jiangshi

Chu Ting transmigrated to a parallel world and became the last orthodox successor of the Maoshan Sect.

The world’s spiritual energy had run dry, and the gods and Buddhas of the heavens had become mere legends. Gifted beyond compare, he managed to train the Lightning and Thunder Fist to perfection even in this age of declining cultivation!

The catch was that there wasn’t a single ghost to be found anywhere. His peerless thunder arts were only good for flipping glutinous rice in a night-market stall.

Then one day, the red moon appeared, and the balance between yin and yang collapsed! Western vampires ran rampant, the Four Great Zombie Progenitors awakened, and the reclusive Daoist sects were driven back at every turn.

Just as a thousand-year-old flying zombie charged into the night market, ready to slaughter everyone, it saw a stall owner wreathed in brilliant blue lightning, his eyes glowing red with excitement.

“I’ve waited twenty years. Finally, I’ve got work!” Chu Ting snarled as he crushed his ancestral compass.

Demons and monsters from myriad worlds descended. With thunderbolts, Chu Ting shattered the darkness and blasted open an age of gods in the middle of this era of decline!