Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect - Chapter 225

On a normal boring day, a message appears, inviting him to a Tutorial.

Li Che transmigrated into this world and lived a mundane life for nineteen years. Accepting his fate, he chose to marry, have children, and work hard to support his family.But in the instant his daughter was born… his fortunes changed. Through his daughter, his life became extraordinary.…When his daughter was safely born, he gained the Dao Fruit [Celestial Artisan] .When his daughter turned one, healthy and unharmed, he gained the Dao Fruit [Dragon-Elephant Vajra] .When his daughter turned two, free from illness, he gained the Dao Fruit [Purity of Heart] .When his daughter turned three, lively and clever, he gained the Dao Fruit [Chess Sage] .At ages four, five, six…Li Che realized that with every year his daughter grew, he could condense a Dao Fruit to strengthen himself.From then on, Li Che had a simple and humble wish: one Dao Fruit per year, quietly guarding his daughter to ensure her immortality.All he wanted was… to start from a warm home with his wife and daughter, calmly protecting her journey to eternal life.Silently, he would condense Dao Fruits—billions upon billions of them. Thus, his cultivation soared to the peak of divine refinement, standing invincible across all realms.

Until he became the lowest-ranked master, his lonely and luckless life never changed.

Suddenly one day, a descendant injected him with a nanomachine, and the machine started ‘speaking’ to him.

“What? What are you talking about?”

This was beyond the boy’s knowledge, he turned pale.

The Nanomachine linked to his cerebrum realized the User was not understanding a single word it said.

“Who are you, and why are you doing this to me?”

“Nano Mashin?”

The boy’s face hardened.

Mashin was the deity the Mashin Religion worshipped, along with the Sacred Fire.

The religions’ Master communicated with Mashin.

“Um, are you really Mashin?”

The boy knelt down and asked with a trembling voice. At this, the Nanomachine attached to his cerebrum realized it had been misunderstood.

Chang’an, Jan. 14th of lunar month, Tianbao Year 3 (744AD), Tang Dynasty.

For residents of Imperial City, what awaits them when the city enjoys its dazzling brilliance and joy of the Lantern Festival is an unexpected catastrophe that’ll destroy all. Tujue (a nationality in the north of ancient China), Wolfpack, kidnapping, assassination, rampant flames that scorch all…start the gear for the doom of and the Longest Day in Chang’an.

And the only hope lies in a one-eyed convict sentenced to death and the fleeting Twelve Hours…Will Chang’an, the city of prosperity, survive the longest day ever or will it burn…