Zhong Yuan Wu Bai

What is a Daoist Master? One that is imageless in ten directions and vanishes in the six paths; unrestrained by the three realms and the five elements.                                                                                                                                           
After a day at the clinic, Dr. Li Feng met with an accident on his way home. When he regained consciousness, Li Feng found himself in the body of a weak teenage boy who was born out of wedlock, Shen Lian. Who was the father? The mother would not tell. A scripture he found among his mother’s remnants was the only thing he knew about his father.                                                                                                    
The mother came from a wealthy and well known family. When Shen Lian was recalled back to the Shen family, he was entitled for part of the grandfather’s inheritance and businesses. Despite the grand value, Shen Lian did not take a cent with him when he decided to leave the family. Why would he leave this comfortable life behind?                                      
His journey with this new identity brought him into this new world as he travelled between realms in search of knowledge to improve his Daoist skills. As he conquered trial after trial, would he become the chosen one? Will he succeed in becoming the Daoist Master? Only time will tell.

Daoist Master of Qing Xuan

Tianyi stood in the sky of Zhaoge. He looked at the bright meteors and could not help but felt mixed emotions. How on earth did Shen Lian improved so quickly?

If he saw that coming, he would rather sink in the darkness than to fall into despair after being hopeful.

In the solar constellation, three golden crows were vaguely present. The structure of the Daoist palace formed like the mystical fire. None of the materials used could be passed on in the mortal world. Every strand of the Real Fire of the Sun that was spread throughout the palace was of its essence. Fuhao who was dressed in red looked towards the Nether-mortal world with adoration in her eyes while the three golden crows were unsympathetic as they arrived at the Netherworld. Throughout the process, the Real Fire of the Sun had gotten more robust as if it was trying to grow a forest of Fusang tree.

The people in and out of the Netherworld shifted their attention to Diqiu.

One Sword To Rule Them All