Urban Talisman Doctor: The Mortal World of the End-Times Venerable

In the Age of Declining Dharma, Heaven had fallen. Deep in the Taihang Mountains, Zhang Jiao stumbled upon the alchemical text The Taiping Jing. He had thought it would show him the path to heaven, but his natural endowment was mediocre. Even after decades of painstaking cultivation, he made no progress at all, like a boat rowing upstream. Amid the flames of a war-torn age, a reckless idea took root: if he seized the throne and gathered the resources of the entire nation, perhaps he could break through the shackles of his cultivation.

But before his grand ambitions could come to fruition, he was betrayed by a trusted confidant. Surrounded on all sides, he died pierced by countless arrows.

When he opened his eyes again, he was no longer the failure who once commanded the wind and rain. The dazzling lights of a modern city filled his vision, and instruments in a chemical research institute ticked away. Memories belonging to another Zhang Jiao surged in like a tide: those of an ordinary, even somewhat timid employee who had suddenly died at his lab bench.

Two sets of memories, two lives, collided fiercely in his mind before slowly merging. What shook him even more was that this unfamiliar modern body concealed the very thing he had yearned for but never attained: an unparalleled Daoist body fit for immortal cultivation! Every meridian was open, his spiritual platform was clear, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth flowed to him of its own accord, like rivers returning to the sea.

Once a master of the Taiping Way, now a laboratory employee. Zhang Jiao quietly concealed the weariness and sharpness in his eyes as he walked through this strange, dazzling modern world under his new identity. No longer fixated on overthrowing the world, he instead hid among the common folk, wielding a hand...