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This is a world welded to death by "iron rules". Rules are not metaphors, but exist as heavy as mountains and as concrete as chains. They are engraved on the bottom of all things by the ineffable "Heavenly Way", which has dominated everything since the dawn of the Hongmeng. Here, there are distinct levels of power. From body tempering to reaching the sky, each level is like a natural chasm, with strict barriers that cannot be overstepped. However, what is more indestructible than the realm barrier is the shackles of blood. A person's fate, at the moment of birth, has been determined by the "spiritual marks" flowing in his blood. The ninth grade is clay, the first grade is heaven. The clay fetus looks up to the dome all its life, while the heavenly ones are born standing in the clouds, breathing spiritual energy unimaginable by mortals. But under the iron rule, the undercurrent never stops. There are always some "outliers" who are not willing to be defined by blood and do not succumb to the established trajectory. Legend has it that in the cracks of the dust of history, there were once a few people who were not gods, but with their mortal bodies, they had a glimpse of the texture of the "rules" themselves. They are no longer satisfied with gaining power within the rules, but instead set their sights on the invisible hand that constructs the rules. They call this kind of power "boundary breaking" - it is not about destroying with brute force, but using the ultimate burning will as the fire and the insight into the nature of the world as the blade to burn, pry, and even briefly "rewrite" the deep-rooted iron rules. Their stories have become taboo and have been erased by those in control from above. Only sporadic legends that have been dismissed as lies are left quietly circulating at the bottom, like candles in the wind, but they have never been completely extinguished.