The Grand Supervisor of Dafeng: The Chessmaster Behind the Scenes

The Celestial Strategist: As Imperial Astronomer, I Rewrite Fate

Could I really be the mastermind behind it all?

A modern soul transmigrates into the world of The Great Feng as its first Imperial Astronomer, only to discover that he has been handed a death sentence. The original owner perished from the backlash of peering into the Heavenly Dao, and the cycle of the Heavenly Dao is destined to bring destruction at the Transcendent rank. His only chance of survival is to foster the not-yet-born “Child of Destiny,” Xu Qian'an, until he becomes the Martial God!

For five hundred years, he hides in the Star Observatory, using the stars as his brush and the nation's fortune as his ink to quietly alter the game. He plants clues about sodium in the tax silver case, uses the Grand Princess to bring hope in the Sangpo case, and, before Wei Yuan dies in battle, refines half his primordial spirit into a blood pill and delivers it to Xu Qian'an under the guise of an “accident” so he can break through. When the Buddhist wager begins, he personally binds the karma of Mahayana Buddhism to Xu Qian'an. When dragon energy scatters across the martial world, he uses Mu Nanzhi as bait to lay a maze of fortune.

Everyone says the Imperial Astronomer watches the world coldly, but no one knows he has already staked everything on his fate: letting Huaiqing become emperor will gather the fortune of humankind; allowing Xu Pingfeng to kill his own son will temper the body of the Martial God; and he is even willing to be sealed by the Buddha, all so that, at the decisive battle, he can pay for it with the dissolution of his primordial spirit and help Xu Qian'an knock on the gates of the Heavenly Dao.

As hidden schemes intertwine, Xu Qian'an rises along the bloodstained path laid out by the Imperial Astronomer: slaying the Prince of Zhennan, killing Emperor Yuanjing, gathering dragon energy, and pacifying Yunzhou. At last, as the Imperial Astronomer fades away among the stars, Xu Qian'an understands: the drunken Taoist who always “happened” to meet him at the Jiaofangsi, the light of the Sword of Pacifying the Nation that always shone in his darkest hour, were all the same person, watching over him across five centuries.

“In my life as Imperial Astronomer, I have made 360,000 moves. Of them all, only this move, Xu Qian'an, must beat Heaven by half a move!”