The three thousand worlds are a stage, and the Bicha poison buried in the bones is a lamp that lays bare the delusions of all living beings.
Li Lianhua never imagined that, while drifting toward the East Sea in his Lotus Tower, he would fall into a “rift in space and time” that devoured the years.
Here, time stood still and the Bicha poison's effects were temporarily held at bay. The price was being trapped in one room with old friends and enemies, watching fragments of countless parallel worlds
In one, Li Xiangyi, leader of the Sigu Men, never suffered the poison's effects. He swept through the martial world with a single sword, only to become a tyrant.
In another, on the day of her wedding, Qiao Wanmian drew her sword and took her own life, her blood splashing across Xiao Zijin's palm.
And in yet another, Prince Xiao Chuhe of Beili became caught in a deadly power struggle, his fate somehow echoing Li Xiangyi's battle in the East Sea...
“Watching these visions can change fate, but whose fate will it change?”
When Li Wangshu, a descendant of Nuwa, coiled her serpent tail around the lifeline at his wrist, and Fang Duobing cleaved open the viewing screen with his sword to save people from another world, Li Lianhua finally realized
This rift was the final gamble before the collapse of the Heavenly Dao, and he had long since been chosen as the sacrifice to mend the heavens.
