Spiritual Qi Revival: I Rule the Mortal World with My All-Seeing Eyes

The earth's ley lines sink, spiritual energy floods backward, and cracks spread through the seal that has kept Heaven and Earth apart. The shadow of Cangwu, another world, falls over the mortal realm.

At first, people think only the sinister bell in the old clock tower and the red-thread-wrapped black coffin in Shuangtang Town have awakened. Only Zheng Xinghe, heir to the old street's traditional drum-making workshop, knows that beneath every ancient artifact gone berserk lies a Two-World Rift on the verge of erupting!

The blood-soaked half of a three-hole jade cong left behind by his grandfather seeps into Zheng Xinghe's palm, and his left eye awakens the ancient Watcher legacy, the Truth-Piercing Far-Sight:

When he looks at mortals, he sees their living meridians as translucent diagrams! Their energy surges before they move, letting him predict their trajectories 0.5 seconds in advance. A light tap on a vital point, a hidden force guided with perfect precision, and the enemy's blood and energy explode throughout their body!

When he looks at ancient artifacts, he sees the spiritual power of Cangwu and the fatal lines of their laws beneath their outer shells!

While people make no progress practicing the conservative official version of the Qi-Guiding Exercises, Zheng Xinghe uses his far-sight to correct errors in ancient texts, practices ancient guidance techniques in reverse, absorbs the essence of ancient artifacts, and forges a body with lead-and-mercury bones and marrow, impervious to harm!

By day, he's a laid-back drum-maker who barely passed the Special Investigations Bureau's spiritual-sensitivity test and lives off subsidies while tending his old home. In secret, he wears a Shang-Zhou-era Nuo mask and uses a single strike on his goatskin drum to stop an enemy's heart. He's the forbidden "Master One Strike," who laughs and chats in the black market before smashing a half-step grandmaster to pieces with one blow!

When the gates between the two worlds burst open and the immortals of Cangwu's cultivation world regard the mortal realm as a "spiritual farm," crossing over with a sky full of magical treasures to harvest it, golden patterns swirl in Zheng Xinghe's left eye. He grips his blade in one hand and strikes the world-suppressing drum on his back, its frame made from the bones of a giant god. "Break the rules, and I'll dissect every last one of your heavenly gods!"