The good news was that he wasn’t quite dead. The bad news was that he slept for tens of thousands of years, and when he woke up, he burst out of the ground like a cabbage.
He was blasted out of his tomb. Looking up, he saw the moon split in two; looking down, he found that his sect had become a company, flying swords needed licenses, and he could only go mine for an interstellar corporation.
This was a world on the verge of an era-ending catastrophe caused by the fusion of two kinds of energy.
All he wanted was to repair his dantian and fix the moon.
