In a bizarre drowning incident, the fate of Chang ZiZi, a fisherman, was dragged into the whirlpool.
Those "spiritual illusions" scattered in the gaps of reality are fragments of time and space left behind by ancient myths. Every trigger is a collision with ancient legends. Others regard them as "disposable copies" that are fleeting, but Chang Zizai unexpectedly discovers that he can travel repeatedly among these "disposable copies".
The bronze compass is hot at midnight, the fluorescent fish scales hide mysteries, and daily life in the workplace is intertwined with fantasy. When Pangu's golden light fell into the center of his eyebrows, and the phoenix flame burned through reality, Chang Zizi was shocked to realize that the so-called reality might just be an unsealed illusion of the gods.
Accidental encounters are all threads of fate. He thought he held the key to resetting time and space, but during his travels, he discovered that he might just be a pawn on the chessboard.
The boundary between immortality and reality is blurring day by day, and ancient undercurrents are sweeping the city. Chang Zizai suddenly understood those flashing neon signs:
It's not that myths have broken into reality, it's that reality is the unsealed illusion of the gods.
He thought he was holding the reset button, but he didn't know that every time he traveled back and forth, he was moving a certain chessboard of existence. And those figures that passed by in the illusion - whether they were female generals from the Shang Dynasty or scribes from the Tang Dynasty, there were faces he knew hidden under the masks.
