High above the heavens, the immortals pay homage, while music and song fill the Jade Pool.
No one remembers that the shabby, disheveled broom-pushing servant who does nothing but slack off and sleep was once the Broom Star Lord, wielding a phoenix-tail parasol tree broom and sealing the Plague God with the power of the stars.
After sealing the Nine Hells in a single battle, he lost all his cultivation and much of his memory. He fell from the heights of a revered deity to become an idle nobody at the very bottom of the immortal realm, scorned by the immortals and scolded by the young attendants, drifting through each day in a daze.
Only the broken battle memories that frequently invade his mind, and the five dormant red feathers at his waist, hold the secrets of his buried past.
Plague has returned to the mortal world, resentment is festering, and the seal on the Nine Hells is beginning to weaken.
As catastrophe approaches and the gods are helpless, the Broom Star, dismissed as an unlucky and useless nobody, finally opens his sleeping eyes.
His old memories return, his divine power awakens. This time, he will sweep away the filth of the Three Realms with the broom in his hands, and make the immortals of every heaven remember once more
The Broom Star Lord was never a good-for-nothing. He is the bane of all corruption in the world!
