4 books
Dawn. The light of daybreak is long overdue, and the lingering glow of dusk has already faded into darkness. In the mist-shrouded city: churches lurking in the shadows, blood vessels creeping along the cracks in the walls, gnawing sounds in the sewers, whispering dark figures... The lantern bearer strolls forward.
91 chapters
The world was rebuilt after its destruction, raising towering skyscrapers anew atop perilous cliffs. Those known as the Chosen operate behind the scenes of reality and walk in the shadows of history, wielding extraordinary powers and receiving worship and awe. People say they bear a divine destiny, one in ten thousand. Yet Ji Jue holds no interest in destiny. He only wishes that one day, he might catch a glimpse of the scenery beyond it. '...' Pausing his pen here, the chronicler looked at the grease-stained auto mechanic. 'So, is that your excuse for disrupting the international order, trafficking forbidden weapons, funding subversive organizations, igniting a global war, and plotting to rule the world from the shadows?' 'What the hell does that have to do with me?!' Ji Jue rolled his eyes. 'I'm just a damn car mechanic!'
863 chapters
His name is Li Banfeng—feng as in mountain peak, not feng as in mad. The doctor confirmed that he wasn't crazy. To save a friend's life, he went to Platform 96, boarded Steam Train 1160, and arrived in Puluo Province, a land frozen in the steam age. There, he encountered a confidante living inside an antique phonograph, a peerless beauty within a vintage calendar poster, a swinging belle inside an old grandfather clock, and an eccentric hermit inside a wine gourd. In this realm, there are Food Cultivators who grow fiercer the more they eat, Smoke Cultivators who grow stronger the more they puff, Martial Cultivators who grow more ruthless the more they kill, and Wine Cultivators who grow wilder the more they drink. There are Travel Cultivators who want to venture everywhere, and Shut-in Cultivators who refuse to step a single foot outside. A hundred factions under heaven—who dares contend? Ten thousand cultivators across Puluo—who stands supreme? Banfeng put on his suit, donned his fedora, picked up a feather duster, and asked in all earnestness: "Tell me, who is the Lord of Puluo?"
860 chapters
Legend has it that deep within the ancient starry skies stands a crimson gate steeped in blood and fire. Legends and myths, darkness and light—boundless tales flow through this ancient portal. Gazing upon the Star Gate, boiling blood illuminates heaven and earth, and the darkness will ultimately recede!
627 chapters
