Above the wasteland, human civilization survives. A barrier rises from the ground, but order continues to crumble. Some say that when disaster strikes, it is the spiritual will that is the first sequence of weapons for humans to face danger. Some say, don't let the sorrows of the times become your sorrows. Some say, I will let my sorrow, be the sorrow of the age. This time it's a new story. The aftermath of the holocaust will finally see the light.

Liu Feng Han became a member of a small clan of casual cultivators. Only this small family has only five cultivators. Fortunately, Liu Fenghan carries the mysterious Taichu Dao Tablet, and skillfully borrows the subtleties of this Dao Tablet to cultivate all kinds of powerful spiritual plants. It helped the old Liu family to rise from the humble beginnings and stand at the top of the clouds. "Why do you cultivate out of this strain of bursting spirit fruit tree, the fruit efficacy is so strong?"

The legendary detective Song Lang has “returned” under a new identity as the driver Chen Shi. Trying to lead a low-key life, fate has other plans as Chen Shi once again finds himself entangled in murder cases... A predatory company promoting a ruthless culture, killing employees while maintaining a collective silence. A misguided youth killing his childhood friend in tears to seek “justice.” A middle-aged couple bound by dark secrets, raising knives against each other. A crazed artist who kills a girl for every song he creates... One bizarre and complex murder case after another is unraveled by Chen Shi’s keen insight. As he looks back, an old nemesis resurfaces once more...

The smelly hearse was parked at the door, the sound of marbles clashing came from the ceiling, someone was pacing back and forth in the hallway, and the next room seemed to be cutting something. 　　The lock on the bedroom door trembled gently, and the faucet in the bathroom had been tightened, yet it still ticked incessantly. 　　Vaguely under the bed, there seemed to be a leather ball rolling around. 　　A water-stained footprint keeps surfacing on the floor and is slowly approaching. 　　At three o'clock in the morning, Chen Ge held the kitchen knife and hid next to the radiator, the phone in his hand had just dialed. 　　"Landlord! Is this what you meant by a little lively at night?!"

Have you ever thought that underneath the neon lights of the city lurks a monster from an ancient myth? Have you ever thought that above the moon that hangs high above the world's heads, there stands a god who watches over the earth? Have you ever thought that in the midst of the crowded modern city, there are supernatural beings who walk the earth in the place of the gods? In the society ruled by mankind, there are countless bizarre lurking; in those uninvited forbidden zones of life, there reside the ancient gods. Michael the Killing Angel, Hades the King of the Underworld, Poseidon the God of the Sea ...... And where have the gods belonging to Daxia gone? In the world of "man", "mystery" needs to be cleared!

　　Who touches the extraordinary in the waves of steam and machinery? Who whispers in the mists of history and darkness? I awoke from the shenanigans and opened my eyes to the world: 　　Guns, cannons, ships, airships, differentials; potions, divinations, curses, hangmen, seals ...... The light still shines, the mystery is never far away, and this is the legend of the Fools.