When the bronze Taotie at the Honghai City subway station opened his third eye, Lin Chen's suit collar could no longer hide the boiling birthmark. In this city that seals the ancient martial arts civilization with glass curtain walls, the Qi Meridian War that has been lost for six hundred years is staged on time every night under the reinforced concrete foundation.
The twenty-four-year-old investment bank analyst would not have thought that the burning Qinglian mark on the back of his neck would turn him into a living martial arts secret. The Ziwei Dou Shu that circulates in the Su family's mechanical eyes, the genetically modified exercises engraved on the Pei family's ice picks, and the grandmaster's meridians soaked in formalin at black market auctions - when modern technology begins to engrave martial arts bloodlines in batches, the time rules that were locked by the giant bronze door six years ago are collapsing.
When Lin Chen fell into the abyss of the subway, he saw the truth clearly: every skyscraper in Honghai City was a dragon-holding nail inserted upside down into the center of the earth, and beneath the CBD lay Shang and Zhou coffins tied with tungsten alloy chains. And when he was forced to carry blood-clotting pills and antihypertensive drugs in his suit pocket at the same time, and discovered that the quantum computer in Financial Street was calculating the third level of "Qingcheng Jade House Art", the iron curtain that stood between martial arts taboos and human evolution was leaking bronze blood with every movement of his energy.
At this moment, the electronic dial displays 00:00:00, and the frozen time begins to flow backwards. Among the seven million modern prisoners trapped like hostages in the cyclic sub-time, only the awakened ones heard the call of the Bronze Age - when the door knocker of Yaju bites the last smart chip, the city will decide whether the martial arts civilization should be enshrined in a museum, or whether it should tear open the cyber body and return to the world.
