Every hundred thousand years, the cycle begins anew. When the shadow known as the “Void” falls over Tianxuan Star, civilization becomes a sacrifice harvested at regular intervals.
Technology and the supernatural coexist here. The four ways of martial arts, Confucianism, Legalism, and Buddhism contend with one another, yet no one can escape the shackles of fate.
This is the worst of times: all living beings are prisoners, and heroes’ bones are piled high to build a false peace.
It is also the best of times: the faint glimmer of humanity dares to challenge the endless night.
With the great structure on the verge of collapse, someone chooses to prostrate himself at the feet of the “Void,” becoming its most loyal lackey, abetting its evil and ruling over the darkness.
From the highest point of an eternal night, he looks down upon the game board he laid out with his own hands, watching the “weapon” that bears all hope fall into the mortal world.
Then he draws in all his sharpness and sets up a spicy-food stall at the entrance to an alley in the slums. He gives the grandson in his arms, a boy named Zhang Shuo, a humble, kindly smile and whispers softly:
“Good grandson, the show… is about to begin.”
