In an apocalyptic world where a highly corrosive fog has been decimating cities and causing huge numbers of casualties, citizens live in a constant state of panic and worry. With the government struggling to prevent further tragedies, it was difficult for people to carry on with hope when they’re uncertain about their own futures.

Ye Zhao is blessed with an uncanny ability to sense when this fog will appear. He uses this skill to alert his friends, Luo Xiaochen and Xia Zhiming, and those who will listen to his advice online. A life saved lives on for another day, and with Ye Zhao’s ‘sixth sense’ guiding them through the chaos, the three have been able to evade the worst of the fog and keep their little lives intact till now.

Sometimes, it really helps when you have a friend who is even more reliable than the weatherman…

However, amongst all the chaos, Ye Zhao slowly realizes that his senses are becoming more and more sensitive. He was seeing things that normal people couldn’t see, hearing things that normal people couldn’t hear…What is this? Is he slowly going crazy?

To add the cherry on top of his chaotic life, he is unexpectedly reunited with his old flame, Nie Renyan, when Luo Xiaochen finds him lying unconscious near his apartment building. Once tight lovers, and now practically strangers, Ye Zhao finds himself with many questions and the burning urge to strangle the man who broke his heart by suddenly vanishing from his life.

Why did you leave? Where did you go? Why did you show your face after all these years?

With Nie Renyan’s opportune reappearance which only creates more questions than answers, Ye Zhao suddenly finds himself embroiled in a mystery that involves a world beyond his wildest imagination. What are these fantastical beasts? What does this have to do with the fog and with Ye Zhao himself? Nie Renyan, just what the hell are you?!

Tens of thousands of demons in this world roam; half call the city of Zhaoye home. As for the other half, they’ve all died in the Canglang Northern Territory controlled by the Tianxiu Immortal Xiao Fuxuan.

Only one demon has been imprisoned for twenty-five years and still lives—the lord of Zhaoye City, Wu Xingxue.

There once existed an honorable founder of this panguan school of cultivation. His reputation was illustrious, but nowadays nobody dared to mention him. Even if they did, all they said was, “He met a miserable end.”

Only Wen Shi still abided by the rules. Every day, he would pay respects to the founder’s ferocious, colorful portrait, but because of that he ended up summoning a sickly tenant.

The tenant stood in front of the portrait and asked, “Who drew this?”

Wen Shi: “Me.”

Don’t ask. If you do, you’ll just end up feeling touched.