Taiyin

His clan called him “Mute String.” With no mark on his brow and unable to hear the sounds of heaven and earth, he was the most useless good-for-nothing in the Abyss of Cangwu.

But he could see the colors of sound and hear silence breathe.

When black calamity awakened beneath the earth, devouring all sound and law, the clan finally realized that the boy they had mocked was the only one who could hear the truth.

A soundless stone. Eyes that could see sound. A road leading to the origins of the Seven Arts.

His name was Mo Qingxian. He wasn’t searching for power, but for answers.

“The Great Sound is scarcely heard; the Great Form has no shape. The materials you use to create your life determine the kind of person you become.”