A 21st century master's degree holder, his soul traveled to ancient times.

No ring, no system, no white-bearded grandfather, no memory of this world...

My God, I have nothing at the beginning, I don't even know who I am, how can I play this?

Hungry and depressed, Tang Ning couldn't help but raise his head and raised his middle finger: "Thief..."

Something flew from the sky and hit his forehead.

Holding a big red hydrangea, before fainting, he only wanted to ask: "Who the hell stuffed a stone into the hydrangea!"

When he opened his eyes again...

A maid smiled like a flower: "Sir, the young lady invites you!"

A woman with beautiful eyebrows and eyes: "My husband, I am polite!"

“Music, film, painting, calligraphy, sculpture, literature…”

“You know everything?”

“Know a little.”

“Any point?”

“Well, it means billion points.”

With the system, relying on art to conquer the world and become the uncrowned king worshipped by people from all walks of life.

The monastic hierarchy is strict, and casual monks live a hard life.

The ten-year-old Mo Hua studied Taoist monuments, developed spiritual consciousness, learned formations, and aspired to the road to immortality.

Change not only your own life, but also the lives of all low-level monks in the world.

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.