On the day when a bronze fish with a human face emerged from the Dragon Well in the Yellow River, my grandfather sealed my soul with three dragon scale nails.
But he carried the blood curse himself and disappeared at the end of the alley overnight.
Ten years later, I was working in an antique counterfeiting den. Forced by my livelihood, I took out my grandfather's water-cutting dragon ruler again.
One day, her employer Liu Wenying brought a volume of family heirloom "Zhenling Genealogy", and the map pointed to the bronze sacred tree at the source of the Yellow River.
She said her ancestors had a prophecy: Thousands of years of suppression have reached their limit, and the Nine Nether Dragon Veins will turn over and swallow up the city.
As for the tens of thousands of bronze corpses hanging on the tree trunks, only I can cut open the tree and find out the mystery behind them.
Because only the bloodline of "Zhang" can unlock the final secret of the bronze sacred tree...
