Xu Qi'an, an archaeological researcher specializing in the An Lushan Rebellion, unexpectedly transmigrates to the fourteenth year of the Tianbao era.
He knows every battle, every twist of fate, and every person's ultimate end by heart. Though he holds the answers that could rewrite this age of chaos, he is shackled tightly to destiny.
If he acts recklessly, he and his bloodline will be erased, and the world will plunge into an even greater calamity. If he does nothing, he can only watch helplessly as the prosperous Tang collapses and millions suffer amid the flames of war.
With no System and no golden finger, all he has is knowledge of the future. He fights to correct every deviation, but every well-intentioned attempt at damage control only feeds An Lushan's ambition and advances the emperor's scheme to let chaos flourish.
He meets the princess from the history books, the only light in this cold and chaotic age. Yet even if he gives everything, she is someone he dares not reach out to keep.
While the world sleeps, only he remains awake, yet he is forced to become a sinner who fans the flames. As the storm gathers at Mawei Slope, he finally realizes that his journey across a thousand years was never an accident. The Tang collapses, and millions perish in the fires of war.
With no System and no golden finger, all he has is a trove of future memories no one else knows about. He carefully tries to correct the butterfly effect, desperately striving to prevent the chaos from erupting early. Yet every well-intentioned attempt at damage control inadvertently advances the emperor's bid to centralize power and strengthens the ambition of An Lushan, the wolf with a heart of treachery.
He struggles, tries to avoid disaster, and fights to protect himself, only to realize in the end that all his resistance has been futile.
While the world sleeps, only he remains awake, yet he is forced to become a sinner who fans the flames. As the storm gathers at Mawei Slope, the three-foot strip of white silk finally falls into someone's hands. His journey across a thousand years was never an accident. It was a link in the fate of this chaotic age, written long ago.
