Scholar In A White Robe

This is a game of deities.
This is a fallen world.
This is an endless voyage.

Amidst the ruins of a shattered reality, a race known as "humans" dares to stake their existence on the faint glimmer of hope.

"I shall return unto you the trials we once endured," proclaims a man of benevolent smile as he stands atop the pinnacle of the world. With fluttering banners, he gazes upon the radiant tapestry of the cosmos. 

He points a single finger toward the distant stars.

Boom!

A thunderous explosion shatters the silence, echoing across the desolate landscape.

The Divine Throne Of Infinity

As Master Zhang's instrument began to beep frantically,


Zhang Dahai's face turned deathly pale in an instant.


Could it really be that we've encountered some "unclean" thing?


True, he was indeed the Ninety-eighth Single Successor Disciple of Dragon Tiger Mountain.


But of all the teachings passed down through those ninety-eight generations, the truly useful materials had already been lost.


Over eighty percent of his secret manual was filled with his own conjectures and information gleaned from the internet.


According to scientific statistics, what's called a ghost is just a strange magnetic field. Any place with 'paranormal' activity is very likely to just have an unusual magnetic field, which is why weird things happen.


So, relying on that one part of his lineage and eight parts self-study, Taoist Master Zhang had indeed solved quite a few odd cases in the industry.


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