When the soul-eating cauldron swallowed up the last ray of soul, the son of chaos prophesied by the star tablet opened his eyes. When the young man Xuan Mo, who was frozen in the Xuan Bing coffin, woke up, there was a taboo yin and yang fish swimming in his palm. Everyone said that he was a monster that needed to devour monks to survive, and was the culprit who refined the Soul-Eating Cauldron three hundred years ago. But no one knew that the golden blood of the Gods was beating in his heart, and the inscriptions of the obliterated Chaos Gods were engraved in his bone marrow. The turmoil in the Three Realms began with a lie. The "Divine Clan" who claim to protect the way of heaven live high in the clouds and use the Soul-eating Cauldron to refine monks into blood elixirs; the "Xuanji Palace" where they observed the stars was massacred just because they discovered the secret of "chaos in the world"; and Xuan Mo gradually discovered in the reincarnation that the souls he had shed in each life had become sacrifices to repair the Soul-Eating Cauldron. "Every time you save someone, your sin becomes more serious." Facing the orphan of the Star Palace with a plum mark on his forehead, Master Chixiao facing him with a sword, and the evil thoughts of his past life that were increasingly awakening in his body, Xuan Mo chose the craziest path - to refine himself into a living cauldron called the Soul-Eating Cauldron. When the bronze tripod devoured his flesh and blood, the star tablet seeped out from the bone marrow, and the golden elixir of the monks in the three realms began to mutate. The tampered history was resurrected with the blood of chaos... This was a war between oneself and oneself. Three hundred reincarnations set the stage for killing gods, and thirty-six star monuments buried a murderous case of genocide. When Xuan Mo finally stood in front of the bronze door, he had to answer: Did a human fall into a cauldron, or did a cauldron eventually become a monument?
