[No female lead, no clichés, not a wish-fulfillment story, excellent writing, first-rate plot. If you don't like this kind of story, please don't read it.]

The thirty-first year of the Gregorian calendar.

Snow falls in the cold winter.

Many things happened that year: a new divine child was born in the Divine Sect, thirty-six golden lotuses bloomed in the Buddhist Temple, and a madman emerged from a dilapidated Taoist temple on the verge of collapse.

The North Sea churns as if to swallow the heavens and earth.

A small blade of grass grew on the three thousand miles of barren land in the Demon Kingdom.

In the same year, a brother and sister walked into Chang'an City, carrying a crumpled letter, and stepped into the grand scheme of things.

......

Years later, Li Ziji sat cross-legged on the peak, a long sword across his knees, and murmured to himself: "I would rather suffer eternal damnation than seek liberation from the saints."

In the era of steam and mystery, becoming a correspondence student at the Thaumatology Academy was something Shad never thought of.

A whispering voice rang in my ears, who was reciting the poems of foreigners——

The old gods and aliens,

When the brassy rings of fate turn,

The golden runes are flickering.

steam surge,

the fire flickers,

Relic echoes,

The old gods revived.

The outstretched hand after the thick fog,

Pull back the hazy curtain of the crazy age.

Guests from afar explore the lands of the Old Continent,

Striking the melody of the next era.

Came here through the gate of time,

Shad put down his suitcase,

Look at the silvery moonlight overhead.