The Red Moon Descends: I Am the Last Taoist Priest of Xuanyang Temple

On the night of his twenty-first birthday, a blood moon rose and heaven and earth fell silent. Livestock in the wilderness opened their eyes in unison, their pupils stained red. The formation at the abandoned Xuanyang Temple, deserted for a century, collapsed, and the countless ghosts in the mountains were about to break free of their seals. Su Xuankan, an abandoned infant who made his living gathering herbs, felt the dark green birthmark on his back suddenly grow hot, and the Xuanyang Dao inheritance awakened within him. Three days later, the red moon would rise again, turning a hundred li into a ghost domain. Taking Dahei, a spirit hound that could detect evil and grow stronger by devouring yin, he picked up four disabled youths from the orphanage, each gifted with a strange ability, and drove an old pickup south along the highway to repair the ruined temples that guarded the world's spiritual veins. With peachwood to slay evil and Xuanyang power to dispel illusions, he would carve out a path to immortal life for humanity in an apocalypse where gods and Buddhas had vanished and demons ran rampant.