When Qing Luo's fingertips showed bronze lines for the first time, he realized that he was carrying the cursed "Qing Emperor's Bloodline". The 800,000 soldier souls chopped up by the Xuanyuan Sword three hundred years ago are being reborn through the flesh and blood of living people - the girl selling glutinous rice wine is metalized in the morning light, and the bronze gears are drilled under the skin of the market vendors. All of this is related to the blood sacrifice bottle deep in the imperial mausoleum that swallowed the living sacrifice.
This is a world of cultivation where the art of mechanism and the secret art of the five elements coexist. The bronze warriors forged by the Jin tribe's craftsmen went out of control and went berserk. The Qintian Supervisor used star trajectories to calculate the next outbreak of the Bronze Plague, and the Eternal Life Army was secretly collecting those with the blood of the Qing Emperor. When Qingluo's sword spirit tore open the chain of his soul body, revealing the same Qinglian birthmark as his heart, the "Eye of Cangming" recorded in ancient times was slowly opening behind the clouds.
"Your father gave you ten years of life with half a piece of jade." Zhong Lizu pointed his white jade cigarette rod at the center of Qingluo's eyebrows. In the memory fragments from three hundred years ago, the bronze prisoner pierced by a dark iron chain was screaming a taboo name. In order to prevent the death of the soldier soul, Qingluo must control the metallizing body and use the blood soaked in the bronze plague to restart the final seal of the Xuanyuan Sword - even if the cost is to become the 800,000th sacrifice.
