Terror Resurrection: Zhenwu Dangmo

The sky is dark and black, and Wudang is in ruins. The demonic shadows are everywhere, the human world is not the human world. My name is Zhao Xuan, and I'm crazy. Crazy enough to see things that others can't see: a ghost story I've heard growing up. Ghost stories may be more than just stories. Then the legend is not just a legend. Everyone thought I should receive electrotherapy, until one day, a corpse wearing a monk's robe broke into the mental hospital, pointed at me and shouted "Zhenwu Reincarnation". Only then did I realize that the jade pendant I had worn since childhood was the natal scabbard of Emperor Zhenwu. The moment the sword sounded, I heard my own voice saying: "The demons have retreated, and Zhenwu is here." But am I really God? Or am I just the knife he uses to kill ghosts?