Lu Zhaoran, a young storyteller from Yong'an City, wakes up the wood in his left hand and knocks on the rivers and lakes, and replaces the medicine soup with the copper plate in his right hand. It wasn't until he dug out the star-patterned jade from the cracks in the blue bricks that he realized that he had died by the same sword in nine reincarnations - in this life, he was the last surviving member of the chess game of heaven.
When the swordsman of Yunlu Academy broke the carved window of the teahouse, and when the Yin Puppet Sect's chains entangled the Xinghui Life Palace, Lu Zhaoran saw the horrifying truth in the broken bronze mirror: "The Legend of the Master of the Sword of the Sky" that he picked up when telling stories was actually the memory of his fall in the first life; his adoptive father, Lao Lutou, who had been sick all year round, had the marks of the ancient sword that cut off reincarnation hidden in his palm.
The monks in Jiuxuan Continent compete for the glory of the Nine Life Palaces, but they don't know that there is a curtain hanging above the starry sky that swallows all living beings. The tenth life palace "Guixu" awakened in Lu Zhaoran's body became the first crack in the ten thousand year scam. In the eternal night of the turbulent sea of ruins, he saw the skeleton of the first generation of Tiandao staring at the world, and the most powerful people who called him "variable" had the puppet threads of extraterrestrial beings entangled in their throats.
From the ants dripping rain from the eaves of the teahouse to the leader of the ruins who picks up the stars with his sword, Lu Zhaoran realizes clearly in the rain of blood: the so-called cultivation is just a lie that eats up the world. This time, he will reveal the secrets of heaven with the words of a storyteller, and use the stars and meteors to reflect the fear of gods and demons in the sky - when the Nine Layers of Life Palace is reshaped in the ruins, those who wrote him into the storybook will eventually become puppets in the palm of his hand.
"Listen, gentlemen, what I'm going to say this time is..." The young man crushed the star sand from the seventy-two peaks at the foot of the clouds and looked at the chaos rushing in the cracks in the void with a smile, "The day when Heaven kneels down."
