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After Pei Yuan, a surgeon, inherited his grandmother's ancient bronze mirror, a tattoo of a lady pouring wine appeared on his left hand, and his right eye gradually developed cracks in the oracle bone. Traveling through the Shang Dynasty to divine human sacrifices, the prosperous Tang Dynasty broke into the mechanical imperial concubine, and the modern hospital was shocked to see Lin Xia's future self-anatomy - his body mutated with the changes of history, and his memory was split into bloody puzzle pieces by time and space. When the grandmother's inscription on the Yinxu altar, the death hexagram of the twelfth year of Kaiyuan, and the broken body of the timekeeper crystallized in the morgue are connected in series, a conspiracy spanning three thousand years emerges: all dynasties are cages in the mirror that feed the "gu of time", and Pei Yuan is the third generation time vessel that was cultivated. If he wants to break the deadlock, he needs to bet on the last remaining humanity in the siege of the mirror image of history.

Under the neon lights of the city, demons quietly resurrected, and a young man heard the whispers in the depths of time. He was recruited by a mysterious organization called "Demon Suppression Division". Here, he met partners with different backgrounds... They will grow from immature newcomers into a "Candle Dragon" team who trust each other. However, the dark side of the world is stranger than he imagined. The organization that believes in the "Lord of Nothingness" is trying to tear open the curtain of reality. The deeper shadow comes from the person he is most familiar with - why does his seemingly perfect brother always come back late at night with scars all over his body? And why, every time he uses that amazing power, the look in his eyes becomes more strange and distant? When the whispers of evil gods resound throughout the city, and when the memories of loved ones disappear in the power, Ye Zhiqiu must make a choice: To control time and become a god watching over the world? Or burn everything, just to get back the familiar phrase: "We are going home."