Xiao Baiyu is suffering from illness and his bones are torn apart, and the shadow puppet troupe that has been passed down for thousands of years is about to be taken over by bullies. He guarded his ancestral heritage and burned out the last glimmer of his life, just for a little incense that would be passed down. In despair, he used his blood as a guide to awaken the oldest shadow puppet in the theater box - [Xing Tian]! Since then, there has been one more shadow holder in the world. While others were still practicing hard skills and competing for elixirs, Xiao Baiyu only needed a white curtain and a solitary lamp. When Hou Yi bent his bow, the sun fell; when the Great Sage waved his stick, the sky fell and the earth fell! What he is acting is not a play, but a myth, a legend, an ancient heroic spirit that has long been forgotten! Immortals and gods sit high in the clouds and regard the common people as ants? Then I will use my mortal body to control the myth, and let all the gods and goddesses in the sky become the shadows in my palm!
