At the end of the antique street, there is an inconspicuous old shop.
Yuan Qingya, a descendant of the Xiangshu sect of Yi Xue, guarded a house full of copper coins, compasses and dusty ancient books, and made a living by reading people's Feng Shui and predicting good and bad luck. He thought that the biggest trouble in his life was just walking a few extra miles on the mountain road when looking for dragons and caves for others.
Until his apprentice Zhao Tianming climbed out from under Tiantai Mountain.
Deep in the barren mountain, there is a bronze tripod engraved with runes. The Queen of the Cauldron is not a rock wall, but a space that should not exist on the earth - there are mutated monsters, the remains of ancestors who have been missing for decades, and secrets that a businessman can use more than a dozen lives to pry open.
Yuan Qingya used copper coins to perform hexagrams, and what he calculated was not good or bad luck, but a set of numbers that should not appear in any Yixue system.
Zhao Tianming used mathematics to dismantle the sequence of numbers and found that it exactly matched the runes on the bronze tripod.
An old fortune teller and a half-hearted gangster go deeper and deeper in pursuit of the truth. Metaphysics, mathematics, qigong, ancient civilization relics... Every clue points to the same direction——
This universe is not naturally generated.
It has been designed.
And the being who designed it left traces.
The runes on the bronze tripod are traces. The hexagrams that Master Yuan Qingya spent his whole life deducing are traces. The heartbeat Zhao Tianming heard underground in Tiantai Mountain was also a trace.
There are many different paths, but there is only one end.
When all the roads merged into one, they finally stood in front of the door.
Behind the door is not God, not Buddha, not the other side promised by any religion.
Behind the door is the source code.
From the great road to simplicity, all methods return to their source.
