In the Sundial Dynasty, where the speed of light is limited to three kilometers per second, sunlight is a gentle executioner. All things will crystallize when exposed to light - nobles are proud of their crystallized skin, while commoners will turn into glass corpses when exposed to light. Qingming, the etching historian, held the rib engraving pen of the first emperor, recording the gold-plated lies until the condenser engine overclocked and tore apart time and space, and the leaking beam blinded his right eye.
The silver blood flowing out of the wounded eyes gave him a glimpse of the true nature of the disintegration of the dynasty: calcified cracks spread like spider webs in the golden pillars of the dragon, and crystallized parasites gnawed on the flesh under the beautiful clothes. When he used silver blood to carve the prophecy "On the night of broken diamonds, the dynasty will turn into dust" on the crystal therapy bed, he was instantly labeled as a rebel. In exile, the thousand-year-old shadow mulberry tree fell over, and the silkworm-headed Ubo turned his blood into a dragon and screamed the truth: "The light-condensing engine is devouring the prince's bloodline!"
The moment he fell into the Shadow Silkworm Abyss, the chain at the center of the earth broke. The silver blood in Qingming's right eye resonated with the remains of the first emperor, and a tampered edict appeared on the rock wall——
"Light is a shackle, shadow is freedom."
"Whoever cuts the monument will break the sky"
Only then did he realize: the emperor's ribs in the engraved pen were the legacy of the Light Slayer, and the silver blood flowing through him was the fire of civilization. Under the Royal Garden, one hundred thousand hungry mutant shadow silkworms have awakened following the breath of silver blood...
Intent: In the distorted light, only those who break the shackles can rebuild civilization