When his family is destroyed, the mortal craftsman Su Yanheng receives a cultivation legacy from a down-and-out rogue cultivator and sets out alone into the sea of stars, embarking on the path of cultivation.
This star region is vast beyond measure. Secret realms conceal treasures, and prodigies compete to advance. Everyone scrambles for opportunities, breaks through to higher realms, and seeks ascension, convinced that transcendence awaits at the end of the immortal path.
Only he has mediocre talent, yet his steps are strangely steady. He does not covet magical treasures or inheritances, nor does he get involved in sect disputes. He walks alone, watching the world with a cool gaze.
The more star regions he traverses and the deeper he ventures into ancient worlds, the more doubts weigh on his mind.
Every escape from death is timed just right. Every shift in people's hearts comes at precisely the right moment. Layer upon layer, the heavens rise like great waves, and the rules of countless ages fit together with an almost deliberate perfection.
People say this is the workings of the Heavenly Dao. Yet he always feels that above the firmament, a gaze is cast down, watching everyone who sets out on the path to immortality.
Beyond ascension lies the other shore, or a cage?
At the end of the Great Dao lies the true suchness, or an illusion?
He does not seek to prove the Dao and live forever. He only wants to tear open the sky screen that has shrouded the ages and see for himself what truth lies behind the immortal path, which has risen and fallen for millions of years.
