Gray snow has been falling for a whole ten years, and "celestial beings" are overlooking the suffering of the world from the clouds, viewing all living beings as ants and playthings. In order to cure his sister's "ash disease", Shen Xuan picked up the carving knife and ten hanging threads left by his grandfather. Others awaken supernatural powers and control wind and rain; he awakens the "puppet path" that is on the verge of extinction, connects his ten fingers to his heart, and controls dead objects. When the indescribable "celestial beings" arrive, mankind's last line of defense is on the verge of collapse, and the city is filled with despair. Chen Xuan stood on the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, his fingers flying, blood dripping along the transparent silk thread. Behind him is a hundred-foot-tall wooden god, and there are thousands of heroic souls of human beings who died in battle but were hung up by silk threads and never fell. "Dear readers, is this "The Thread to Kill the God" good to watch?" The whole city was silent except for the rustling of gray snow. He's not pulling the strings, he's pulling the strings on this fucking fate.
