When a rift in higher-dimensional space tore open the sky, Klein blue light-dust poured down like rain from the heavens. My left eye suddenly saw through eleven dimensions.
My name is Lin Shen. I have terminal pancreatic cancer and should have died within three months. But on that day, I became the world's only "Heaven Mender." My cancer cells reached a delicate balance with Primordial Spirit Liquid, granting me a godlike left eye that could see through dimensions.
My younger sister, Lin Qian, is frail as a sheet of paper and suffers from leukemia. Yet the paper cranes she folds can predict the coordinates of death. She is the "Beacon," the heir to Nuwa's final decree, and the only light I have left in this crumbling world.
To seize us, the Eastern Radiance Federation's special forces unleashed a merciless purge, the Western Union's Gray Knights bared their blades, and the ancient Night Watchers drew their peachwood swords. Technology and the occult collided in a cataclysmic end-times clash, while the many factions hunted us down until there was nowhere left to run.
From the ruins of Pearl City, through the mists of Zhongnan Mountain, and on to Mount Wangwu, the foremost Taoist grotto-heaven, I used my sister's foresight to clear the way and my golden finger of a left eye to slay our enemies. Every escape became a counterattack, and every confrontation made us stronger.
At the final line of defense on Mount Wangwu, my sister whispered, "Big brother, I saw it... To truly mend the heavens, it needs my soul."
At that moment, I finally understood. Yugong Moving Mountains was only a myth. True salvation demanded the cruelest price. I pushed my sister's soul into the higher-dimensional rift with my own hands, using her life to suppress the Nine-Phoenixes that threatened to destroy the world.
I survived and became the god who saved the world. But all I want is to destroy a world without her.
