On the night the martial path fell into decline, the youth Lin Mo plummeted from the clouds. Three years ago, he was the most dazzling genius on the Tianxuan Continent. Three years later, he was a cripple even menial servants could bully. When the fragment of jade his mother left behind fused with his heart, what he saw was no dawn of being reborn, but a starry sky hanging upside down beyond a colossal bronze gate, and three thousand universes peering through its cracks.
The price of awakening his bloodline was nine chains binding a primordial azure dragon in his sea of consciousness. The conspiracy buried deep within his family revealed a shocking truth spanning dimensions. Beneath the blue bricks of the training grounds lay the wreckage of a starship; deep within the marrow-cleansing pool slumbered an ascendant machine. And the grand selection of young prodigies held once every sixty years was in truth a slaughterhouse where higher civilizations harvested genes.
As the bronze gates swung open one by one, Lin Mo discovered:
- The name tablets in the Lin family shrine were connected to the control deck of an interstellar battleship
- The coldness of his childhood sweetheart concealed a quantum protocol for altering fate
- The mute servant in the Martial Scripture Pavilion was actually the last princess of the Against-the-Light Civilization
- The so-called Heaven’s Punishment physique was nothing but a cleanup program written by the Observers
From the dragon-blood vines in the herb garden to the bronze gate of Guixu, from the battle for the Muye star to a perilous voyage through the Sea of Entropy, as cultivation sword arts resonated with interstellar artillery and the hexagrams of the I Ching became code for rewriting reality, this experimental universe, reset three hundred times, finally awaited its most dangerous variable.
Beneath a blood-red sky, the youth looked up at the sea of stars, a fragment of jade in his hand:
Who is manipulating the cycle of reincarnation from behind the scenes?
Which gate hides the true dawn?
As the Tree of Dimensions takes root across countless universes,
can this soul turned to bronze
sever the roots entangling civilization
and write the final Guicang for the boundless sea of stars?
