In this ancient land, cultivators can borrow strange powers from the mountains. Zhou Li'an can't, so he can only apprentice under his master as a mountain-mending craftsman, earning a living with a hammer.
Until one midnight, a miner fell right through the wall of his home.
Behind the wall was a mine that had collapsed the day before. More than two hundred people were still alive below, but by dawn, every stone entrance in the city connected to the mine would be demolished.
Zhou Li'an took apart his bed to shore up the tunnels, smashed his stove to save people, and, with an injured hand, pulled one survivor after another out of the rocks.
He thought it was finally over, only to discover that someone was forcing workers through a rift, using their lives to test the strange power in the mountains.
The stones that had once saved people had now become a prison. Cries for help came from inside, but someone stood guard outside. Anyone who dared speak up had their hand broken.
Zhou Li'an picked up his hammer.
