One Stroke Shakes the Heavenly Dao, the Blind Man Writes the Heavenly Record

“Immortals drink blood and laugh, while children shiver in the well.”

The heavens are heartless, treating all things like straw dogs. When the lofty immortals became bloodthirsty wolves, slaughtering in the name of the Heavenly Dao, the Zhang family was destroyed in an instant for possessing a treasure they could not protect. Zhang Fan, a seven-year-old boy, was pushed into a dry well by his mother, who tightly blindfolded him with a bloodstained strip of cloth. She wanted only to shield him from the cold gaze of the immortals as they drank blood. One glimpse was enough to plunge him into an endless hell.

Having survived the calamity, Zhang Fan has snow-white hair and eyes wrapped in black cloth. Bearing the blood feud of his murdered family and the “aura of the Heavenly Dao’s destruction” coveted by immortals, he struggles to survive in a hellish world overrun by demons and crippled by the collapse of the Immortal Dao. He crosses mountains of corpses and seas of blood, enduring the full range of human cruelty. At times, he is a clear-minded sage who sees through the world; at others, a madman who writes with blood and tears. A dried-up brush and a sheet of rough paper are his only weapons, and his only outlet for his boundless hatred and endless compassion.

**His words weep blood, his paintings conceal their edge.** He paints a child shivering in a well, and a hundred years later, a sword cleaves through the thirty-third heaven. He writes of injustice in the mortal world, and blood seeps from his ink, striking terror into spirits and gods. People fear or revere him, calling him the “Mad Scholar.” Alone, he inspires an unparalleled immortal whose power shakes the world. Though blind, he uses his brush as a plow, quietly turning over the foundations of this decaying world and rewriting the history painted over by immortals and demons.

As war once again erupts among the Immortal, Demon, and Monster Realms, a century of flames engulfs the sky and the world stands on the brink of collapse. Amid mountains of corpses and the anguished cries of countless lives, the white-haired, blindfolded madman one day grasps the ultimate truths of heaven and earth and achieves enlightenment on the spot.

**“If the Heavenly Dao is unjust, I’ll write a new one! If the world is out of balance, I’ll set it right!”**

He uses his own heart in place of Heaven’s, and his own way to transform