A strange shop called the Ruyi House suddenly opened in Chang'an's West Market.
It didn't sell tea or wine, and it didn't cater to merchants. Instead, dozens of glass panels that glowed and displayed text stood in its hall. The owner called them “Heaven's Mysteries.” Swipe a finger across one, and you could talk to someone a thousand miles away, buy goods from anywhere in the world, read all the classics of past and present, or even control a swordsman as he fought someone in a bamboo grove.
Some called it sorcery. Others called it a miracle.
The day eighteen-year-old Chang'an native Li Changfeng was dragged into the Ruyi House by his friend Cui Qiniang, he thought he was just there for a bit of fun. He never expected the proprietor, Shen Kuozhi, to tell him that these “Heaven's Mysteries” came from a distant era, and that Li Changfeng was a traveler through time, trapped in the Tang Dynasty and unable to return home.
From that day on, a vast network called the “Heaven's Mysteries Network” began to grow across the Tang Dynasty. Shu brocade weavers sold their wares all the way to the Persian royal palace. A three-year-old murder case was solved in a single hour. Old aristocrats were forced into retreat as information became transparent.
But wherever light shines, shadows must fall.
A mysterious organization calling itself “Hundun” built another dark web west of the Silk Road. Shen Kuozhi ventured deep into the Loulan Desert, gazing into the depths of time. Li Changfeng took over the Ruyi House, transforming from a young man on the streets of the West Market into the true leader of the Heaven's Mysteries Network. He stood shoulder to shoulder with the girl who always wore pomegranate-red riding clothes, facing an ultimate contest that spanned both the light and dark networks.
Shen Kuozhi's final words to him were only six characters:
“Never let the Heaven's Mysteries Network stop.”
Pretty good, pretty good