Ling Chen, an unknown person gathering dust in a museum warehouse, spends his days with cold antiquities, dreaming of being able to touch the warmth of history, but is overwhelmed by reality and unable to lift his head.
In an accident, the blood on his fingertips awakened an ancient bronze mirror that had been dusty for thousands of years. From then on, the world took on a different look in his eyes - everything had a "Tao rhyme" flowing through it. On the broken porcelain, the Taoist charm is dim and cracking; in the lost ancient paintings, the Taoist charm is sleeping and waiting to be awakened; even a stubborn stone on the street may contain a faint spiritual light.
He gained a pair of eyes that could see through the "Tao Yun" and a pair of hands that could repair the spirituality of all things.
When others were still arguing over the authenticity of antiques, he could already see the glory of time flowing on them; when cultivators in the world were still struggling to find the paradise of heaven, he was already repairing broken instruments and absorbing the purest source of spiritual energy.
By repairing the bronze tripod, he understood the power of heavy and steady suppression; by tracing the ancient scrolls, he had a glimpse of the supreme artistic conception of the changing mountains and rivers; by recasting the broken flying sword, he felt the cold heart of the sword that cut through the sky.
With a pair of magical hands, a diaosi who was forgotten in the corner restored not only antiques, but also the inheritance that had been obliterated by the years, and the Tao that was forgotten by the world. He will rekindle the fire of civilization in this cold city of steel and concrete, and step by step reach the peak that no one can reach.
