A crack split the heavens; all living things were mere specks of dust.
A thousand years after the Heavenly Dao shattered, the Three Realms and Nine Domains became a game board.
Spiritual energy ran dry, and cultivators slaughtered mortals to refine pills. Cause and effect were turned upside down: the good died unjustly while the wicked went free. Heavenly tribulations rained down, shattering mountains and rivers, and human hearts alike.
Lu Zhao was an abandoned child born beneath a celestial rift, bearing divine blood but raised by the Heaven-Mending Sect.
He had seen "saints" use all living beings as shields to hold back calamities, and "demon lords" burn the shackles of the Heavenly Dao with flames that scorched the sky.
Buddhist monks enlightened him, saying, "The rift is in the heart." A saintess of the demon clan planted karmic fire in him with a kiss of blood.
And between life and death, he glimpsed the truth: the so-called Heavenly Dao was merely a ruse by ancient gods to control all living beings.
The Heaven-Mending Sect used all living beings as shields, mending the rifts while nurturing hypocrisy.
The Heaven-Changing Sect used all living beings as fuel, burning the old world only to forge a new divine order.
Meanwhile, in the imperial city of mortals, starving corpses knelt and prayed to heaven, yet their collective will formed a sword aimed at the immortals and demons high above.
When the remains of the creator gods returned to the world, and the chaos demon devoured the sun and moon,
Lu Zhao took up a "Heart Sword" engraved with the names of mortals and stepped onto the crack in the heavens.
"If the Heavenly Dao is fated to be flawed, then I will use the karma of all living beings as thread and weave a new heaven that has room for even the lowliest ants."
Glazed glass shattered, every fragment reflecting a mortal's face.
The Heavenly Dao was reforged, each thought revealing the light and darkness of the human heart.
This is a story about "mending and destruction," and "divinity and the lowly ants."
The answer lies not in the nine heavens, but in the mortal world where joy and sorrow intertwine.
