Kunlun has fallen, and the spiritual veins of the Nine Provinces have been severed.
Lin Feng was born with crippled meridians. The spirit-testing stone remained dark for five years, and he endured endless humiliation in the outer sect. Then, one night, the old jade left by his mother cracked. A streak of azure light entered his eyes, revealing another framework beneath the world: the lines of the laws ran across the land like mountain ranges and river channels, while countless golden “auras” were driven into them like nails, leaving the immortal domains of the Nine Provinces riddled with holes.
It turned out that heaven and earth had long since become a game board for higher beings. Those so-called “chosen by fate” and “blessed with fortune” were merely “Systems” and “protagonist auras” implanted in this world by invaders. The spiritual veins withered and the mountains and rivers crumbled because the dragon bones had been broken and the Heavenly Dao was flawed.
And he, a cripple abandoned by fate, had become the only person able to see those “nails” and touch those “cracks.”
“The world has been corrupted. Find the bugs and fix them.”
Ten old stones lie scattered across the mountains and rivers, and a crescent moon is carved into his palm. When the Heaven-Cutter sets out to repair the Heavenly Dao, what he must cut away is not cloth, but the mountains and rivers pierced by nails. What he must repair is not an object, but the Nine Provinces' spiritual veins, which have been tampered with.
One person, one gaze, two hands. He will mend this scarred world.
