One Hundred Thousand Immortals and Buddhas, One Hundred Thousand Soldiers

Freshly transmigrated into a frozen, remote mountain village, the protagonist has barely begun to figure out how to play the role of a local shaman when the feudal dynasty is suddenly overthrown—and everyone is now expected to join hands and march toward a republic. But why have the great powers forced open the nation's gates not with warships and cannons, but with magic and alchemy? And why are the place names so absurdly casual? The guardian spirits who set out to fight the foreign invaders can hardly introduce themselves with a straight face. Though the country lies broken, its mountains and rivers remain; even the humblest citizen holds onto their will to resist. In this hour of national crisis, whether outlaws, immortals, or gods—all rush forward without hesitation, for as the saying goes: "Every inch of mountain and river is bought with every drop of blood; a hundred thousand immortals and buddhas become a hundred thousand soldiers."