Ascending to immortality doesn't make you an immortal. It makes you firewood for the Heavenly Court. The Heavenly Court is a machine that has been running for ten thousand years, recruiting a batch of ascenders every three hundred years to use as fuel. The Book of Fates has already set every mortal's lifespan and aptitude. Follow its decree, and you attain the Dao; defy it, and your name is erased. A young clerk from Luji Village makes a copying error and becomes someone with no name in the Book of Fates. Unbound by its rules, he can copy other people's Dao arts, but every stroke he copies adds to his debt of ink. He must find out: Who am I? Who wrote the book? Who is burning the firewood? And should I tear this book apart?
