by Sleep through the rain
The Dao that can be spoken is not the eternal Dao. The name that can be named is not the eternal name. A single slumber, and upon awakening, the heavens and earth had changed. Cultivators have vanished, and magic now reigns. The world is entirely new... "... So only I am a relic of the old?" This is the tale of a Cultivator awakening in a world of magic.
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| 1 | Chapter 1: Daoist Immortal in the Western Magic World | 0 |
