You Tore Down My Evil-Repelling Shrine, and Now You Want Me to Save You

With the spiritual qi revival, martial arts flourished across the world. Onmyoji, grand mages, apostles of Jesus... Only China's mystical arts grew weak, leaving the country to be carved up and suppressed by other nations. They even forcibly seized vast tracts of land, calling them “concessions.” Inside the Nanjiang Concession. An ancient, somewhat dilapidated Taoist temple stood out like a sore thumb. When excavators from various countries arrived, ready to demolish it and build a joint embassy for the Eight Nations, they had no idea that this thousand-year-old temple, which held evil at bay, was the gateway sealing the Abyss! Qin He, who had guarded the temple for a thousand years, watched with a frigid expression. To seal the Abyss, most of China's spiritual essence had been tied up there, leaving its mystical arts in decline. And now you little bastards have the nerve to trample all over us? Fine, then. Sometimes you have to break things down before you can build them back up. Did you really think China had no mystical arts? That day, countless evil spirits descended upon the world, blotting out the sky and sun. Every nation became a vast wasteland, and its people were plunged into misery. Only China's Thirty-Six Thunder Generals of the Thunder Department and the Seven Lords of the Big Dipper shone forth to protect it. “Dao Ancestor Qin He, please save us!” “You tore down my temple, and now you want me to save you? Get lost!”