A mournful song of life and death under the crimson moon; the path ahead drifts away like dust, scattered and lost. In this life, filth and disgrace are as common as earth; cries echo through the blood-stained night, fate reaches its end, and suddenly golden scales whirl in dance. The breath of fate falters, twilight descends upon the world; gods and buddhas fill the sky, suppressing all mortal beings. Even the pitiful remnants of survival are denied by heaven. Before the seat of enlightenment, a three-foot-tall little demon brandishes a staff, eyes blazing with fury..

The smoketree jade conceals a secret scripture, as the spirit slips from the ear of the unknowing. The scholar lifts his brush, testing it like a blade of frost, while seductive ghosts and bewitching foxes visit at midnight. — In the wake of pain, reflecting on sorrow, I attempt again a tale of the strange. All are welcome to join the gathering: 459269488..

After inheriting an ancient book from his late grandfather, Shen Chang'an found himself living amidst a world of phantoms and specters. He traversed the myriad realms, subduing demons and slaying monsters, driving away ghosts and suppressing evil. With each dark presence he vanquished, he gained a new divine power. When, at last, the once thin pages of that book were filled with all these supernatural abilities, the secrets hidden within the myriad worlds began to slowly reveal themselves….

It is hard enough to live as an ordinary person; to tread the path of cultivation is even harder. Su Ye wished for nothing more than to quietly paint talismans and pursue immortality, living the leisurely life of a cultivator. Yet who could have foreseen that in this world akin to a tale from Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio, demons and spirits lurked everywhere, all hungry for human flesh? In Jinhua County where he resided, there stood an abandoned temple to the north, known as Lanruo Temple..

The world was plunged into chaos, monstrous beings wrought havoc, warlords rose from every corner, and the common people lived in misery. In the midst of this turbulent era, Qi Xiu, a humble scholar, found himself transported into this war-torn land. By chance, he acquired a peculiar ability: "Every effort yields a reward." The most ordinary of skills, once leveled up, would be endowed with supernatural power! A simple talent in calligraphy became the Celestial Cloud Script, whose characters could suppress even the heavens. The arduous art of alchemy transformed into the Creation’s Wondrous Method, allowing him to casually mold elixirs at will. Even those third-rate martial arts scorned by the orthodox schools, the sleight-of-hand tricks used solely for amusement, the humble art of cultivation in the fields—none were exempt from evolution in his hands. Years later, he stood unrivaled, subduing monsters and demons alike. With his sleeves neatly arranged, Qi Xiu offered a modest smile and said, “I possess no exceptional talent; I have merely been a bit more diligent than most, that is all…”.