In the neon-lit Devil's City, where blood rain pours from the sky, a tycoon's daughter vanishes mysteriously on her wedding night, the groom bites through his own mechanical arm, and a mechanical bride walks backward down the red carpet. The moment an electromagnetic peachwood sword pierces a cybernetic limb, the thousand-year-old female general Hua Mulan awakens in 2120.
She rides a talisman drone past the quantum statue of the God of Wealth outside Eternal Life Group, a nanotech trench coat wrapped around her in an ancient chill that has never thawed. Blood talismans in the prosthetics black market of Xuanhuangli, zombie brides controlled by quantum chips, and ninety-nine bodies in cryogenic pods inscribed with rebirth incantations: every clue points to the madman who used Xiangxi corpse-driving techniques to program an AI.
“Guide the way to the Yellow Springs, at the third quarter of the midnight hour.” The mechanical wooden fish's ringing cuts through the data torrent, while Hua Mulan's bronze earrings burn with memories of her past life. When she drives the Judge's Brush into Eternal Life Group's central terminal, she finally sees the truth in the abyss of code: the brides whose electronic eyes stream with tears are nothing more than a string of characters in the chairman's plan for eternal life.
Cyber Taoist versus Quantum Yama. This life-and-death ledger spanning a thousand years will be rewritten with electromagnetic cinnabar.
