The past collapsed, and the world sank into a "wordless miasma" of deathly silence. The fog breeds "fog skeletons" that gnaw at everything, and is filled with a crazy "heart erosion". Humans are like rats and ants, huddled in underground hives, lingering in depression and deprivation.
Ling Ye, the struggler at the bottom of the rock barrier. He was born with a pair of cursed eyes - "Ten Thousand Patterns Eyes". One can glimpse the interweaving "texture" of all things: the reverberations of history, the flow of energy, the ripples of lies, and even... The harbingers of disaster. The torrent of complex and confusing information washed away his sanity all the time, causing endless pain.
Until an unprecedented fog surges, the foundation of the barrier is shaken, and the shadow of death quietly falls. Ling Ye glimpsed a glimmer of hope in despair, but it also completely exposed his own abnormality.
The iron-fisted officers of the Command want to control him as a weapon; the greedy wealthy businessmen of the Rust Brotherhood covet the forbidden knowledge contained in his eyes; the fanatical priests of the Order of the End regard him as a key sacrifice to welcome the "Shape of the End"; the cold executors of the Pure Fire School vow to "purify" him along with this twisted ability...
And in this desperate wasteland, what is weirder than the fog is the human heart; what is deeper than the fog is the shocking truth hidden behind the destruction.
Ling Ye could only move forward in this desperate confusion, struggling on the edge of madness, interpreting the texture of the world, and touching the source of disaster. In this world of silent destruction, can he find his own echo?
