Eighteen-year-old Chen Taiping is a blacksmith.
His meridians are blocked, leaving him no path to cultivation. Everyone says he'll spend his whole life at the forge.
He doesn't believe them.
One snowy night, a one-armed swordsman, covered in blood, knocks on the door of his forge, carrying a five-year-old girl in his arms.
“Protect her for me.”
As the swordsman dies, he points at the sky and says one thing: “Heaven... is killing me.”
That night, Chen Taiping carries the body, takes the girl in his arms, and disappears into the snow with the lame old blacksmith.
He doesn't know the girl is the last surviving heir of the former imperial family.
He doesn't know the people hunting her come from the foremost sect of the immortal path.
He knows even less that the answer to all of this lies beyond the Ninth Heaven.
He knows only one thing:
A promise he has made is one he must keep, even if it kills him.
This is the story of a blacksmith.
Hammer blow by hammer blow, he breaks open his meridians.
Step by step, he climbs toward the Ninth Heaven.
In the end, he discovers:
What he has been hammering isn't iron.
It's the heavens.
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