Head south to commune with spirits, head north to summon gods! Fashion paper into soldiers, open the altar to vanquish evil! Capture malignant spirits and destroy false deities! Chen Yushu awakens his attribute panel, his sole desire to cultivate the Dao and ascend to immortality. Yet, he never expected to find himself surrounded by restless ghosts and rampant demons. Left with no choice, he treads across mountains and rivers filled with ten thousand ghosts, fighting his way through the palaces of fiends and gods, ascending at last to the celestial throne of the immortal court… and attains the title of Supreme Dao Master. What is a Dao Master? One without form in all directions, whose trace cannot be found in the six realms. Beyond the Three Realms, outside the Five Elements. The author has already completed several bestsellers: “Cultivating Immortality in the World of Daoists,” “My Years as a Pawnshop Appraiser,” “Supernatural Daoist Arts,” and “Supreme Ascension”—all guaranteed for quality, so you may read with confidence! Reader group: 181938106 VIP groups: 768064901, 386192975 (fans with Disciple rank or above may join)
Humans are remarkable beings—often ignorant and confused in ordinary times, yet extraordinarily perceptive when placed in certain situations.
Some events can be sensed even across thousands of mountains, unseen by the naked eye, yet somehow felt. It’s like walking down the street as usual, when suddenly a feeling of danger washes over you, prompting you to dodge just in time to avoid a falling vase. Or stepping out of your house only to be seized by a restless unease, rushing back to find the firewood still burning, flames slowly spreading, and realizing that without intervention, disaster is inevitable. Sometimes, too, a loved one passes away unexpectedly; even from far away, you are struck by a wave of sorrow in a moment of confusion.
Such instances are warnings from the spirit. Some dangers can be avoided; others, you can only watch helplessly as they unfold.
At that very moment, Chen Yushu experienced just such a warning.
In his sleep, he sensed someone beside him.
It was a bone-chilling sensation: someone standing silently by his side, neither speaking nor moving, simply watching him...
Too terrifying for words, sending chills deep into his heart.
“Who is it? Or... is it that person from a few days ago?”
Chen Yushu was horrified.
This feeling was not new—it had haunted him for more than a day. In fact, three days ago, on his first day in this unfamiliar world, he had felt the same presence. At that time, he had just crossed over, or perhaps awakened to his memories, dazedly accepting the reality that he had trans