Thunderbolt: When the Era Fell

Shen Zui, the most down-and-out storyteller in Luoyang, was born with a “Blank Dao Body.” Unable to cultivate any techniques, he had been sentenced to death by the cultivation world.

That is, until a falling star descended. Yue Wuhen, the Kunlun Sword Immortal, burned up her soul and drove a “Sword Seed” into his heart. “The Era is about to collapse. You are the only variable.”

From then on, his clapper became a sword that could slay gods, and the teahouse became a battlefield of slaughter.

The Ziwei Altar wanted to extract his soul and refine it into medicine. The observers of the Era saw him as an “error” that had to be erased. Yet the tomb keepers of the ancient Era placed their last hope of breaking the cycle of reincarnation in this storyteller, who could not even draw qi into his body.

Shen Zui gripped three things tightly:

A broken sword engraved with “No Regrets,”

a well keeper’s diary filled with the words “The Era is dead,”

and a fragment of a rusted key that could open the “Hall of the Gods.”

The road he had to travel was strewn with corpses:

In the graveyard of the Sword Hero Era, the resentment of the Sword Demon, who stood alone above all others, roared;

on the star chart of the Strange Arts Era, the master of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion used his final divination to point the way;

beneath the ruins of the Age of the Gods, the last words of the harvested gods rang out like thunder:

“The Seventh Era is a lie... We are all... crops.”

And when Shen Zui finally gathered all seven key fragments and stood before the Hall of the Gods,

the bronze doors slowly opened.

There were no treasures behind them, no legacy,

only a mirror that stretched through the ages.

Reflected in it was his own face.

It turned out he was not only the one who would break the deadlock,

but also, in this cycle of the Eras,

the very first... piece placed on the board.