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Opening his eyes, Shen Xiuhan found himself a fisherman in Changyun County. Armed with the Daily Intelligence System, he braved the biting wind and frost, navigated the treacherous world, and silently forged ahead with his head down. [Intelligence 1: One li to the south, in the shallows of Xiaojing Bay, the Precious Fish "Silverback Fish" can be found.] [Intelligence 2: Three li to the north, in a hole covered by dry grass on the largest dead tree in the withered forest, lies the food hoarded by the Gold-Tailed Rat for the winter.] [Intelligence 3: Three li to the southeast, in the back courtyard of the Tongbei Martial Arts Hall in the Inner City of Changyun County, the original copy of the Huajin-level stance work "Tongbei Stance" is kept.] [Intelligence 4: Six kilometers to the southwest, in the depths of Cloudwater Lake, lie the relics and legacy of a core disciple of the Diaohai Pavilion...] By the time he suddenly looked back, he realized that, before he knew it, he had risen from a lowly fisherman to a Daoist Monarch of the Martial Dao who solely wielded ten thousand laws!

Reborn, I cannot keep walking step by step toward death and corruption! This is an age of steam and magic. Spellcasters, hunters, bloodfiends—who am I? A traveler, a demon hunter, an apprentice, a seeker of knowledge, a sailor… a calamity. This is an age where miracles are born; this is an age where hope is shattered. The bloodfiends’ great sword hangs above the heads of the people, and the colossal serpent of the mortal world slowly awakens. Destruction, curses, depravity… I must survive. This is the worst of times—this is a legend of miracles.

Shane Leynas, a third-generation desertification control engineer, had just reincarnated as a necromancer when he was sentenced to 150 years for the crime of insulting corpses. His punishment: exile to a desolate, barren wasteland. The place is a void where only sand keeps him company. If he hadn't arrived through a teleportation portal, he would have thought he was back in his old hometown. With magic turbulence making even a basic Skeletal Summoning a struggle and a sun as scorching as an industrial dryer, there was only one thing to do: start planting trees. A desert that should have taken generations to reclaim was transformed by Shane in a single lifetime. "Wait, who the hell are you?" At the boundary of heaven and earth, where the line between life and death blurs, a dragon gazes down at the man clutching a sapling. "Who cares who I am? You're stepping on my land!"