The Cat Daoist and the Daoist Cat

This story was accidentally published early. Sob, sob. This foolish author has crawled out of the column box to beg you all to add it to your collection and support it (づ￣3￣)づ

In the Age of Dharma Decline, the world split into three realms:

The True Realm, the Mortal Realm, and the Prison Realm.

In this age of advanced technology, even the highest cultivation can't overcome decline.

The development of technology, the emergence of the insect race, and so on and so forth.

But none of that is important. What matters is:

"Why is someone trying to steal my cat/Daoist priest from me every single day?!"

Updates whenever inspiration strikes, and the word count is just as unpredictable. Little red envelopes will drop at random. That's right, I'm just that capricious. This is a writing exercise for my spare time. P.S. The foolish author's logic doesn't exist, the foolish author's glass heart is terribly fragile, and the foolish author's naming skills are hopeless. The first few chapters are all about the distant past. The interstellar stuff comes later _(:з"∠)_