When the nine pillars supporting the sky were decaying, the abandoned disciple Mo Xuanxiao, who was being hunted by Taiyuan Taoist Palace, had his right arm covered with the cocoon of chaos that swallowed up time. Saint Xinggui, a remnant of Shisha, was chasing him with a compass that could freeze time, but found that when the two people's mysterious seals resonated, the illusion of the Nine Worlds rising and falling with the breathing of ancient existences would appear. When the time-devouring magic vine tears apart the Evernight Wasteland and the causal scissors cut off the red thread of fate, they are forced to embark on a desperate journey to collect ancient bronze lamps - the lamp oil is Mo Xuanxiao's blood of chaos, and the wick is the time-sand heart of Xinggui. And all of this is just the breath of a certain primitive prisoner before he wakes up.
