The Little Taoist Takes on the Martial World

Two hundred thousand years ago, the planet suffered a nuclear energy crisis. The environment began to deteriorate, and spiritual energy mutated, making the planet unfit for humans and gods to live on. Most of humanity and the gods migrated elsewhere.

The planet came under the rule of the underworld’s Ten Kings of Hell, while demons, monsters, and evil spirits began to thrive in great numbers.

Vast Shenzhou, a desolate past.

Niu Xi was born beneath a rosy sunset. With a sword of the heart, he ventured into the martial world, following his own path through all its strange and wondrous sights, judging right and wrong, upholding justice, and comforting all living beings.

The Ten Kings of Hell: “There are no immortals or gods left in this world. No one in this age can become a god or an immortal!”

Niu Xi: “If there are no immortals or gods left, then I’ll become the first. I’ll slay the Ten Kings of Hell and open the gates of heaven!”

A frail old man said, “That little Daoist priest is Niu Xi. He’s practically a god descended from heaven, here to save the suffering!”

He bounded past the foothills by the roadside, his silhouette gazing into the distant forested ridges.

“To all the mountain folk, heed my command: wherever this man passes, let flowers bloom in profusion and celestial music ring out.”