Blank Throne, Twelve Enlightenments

He is the secret that unites all things, and is also the bullseye of the calamity here. The old order collapsed, and destiny overwhelmed reality. In the ordinary market, Gong Xian, a young man who is as gentle as jade but has absolutely "emptiness", is completely unaware of his own value. He is an empty piece of white paper, but it is a sacred instrument that depicts all kinds of colors; he is a silent shore, but it can pull the tide of all destiny. They are the apostles chosen by the stars, and they are also the sharp edges that tear apart his ordinary world. At the time of Zi, the blade of sunlight cuts through the night sky; at the time of Chou, the bamboo shield stands like a hill; at Si time, the eyes are opened to distinguish the dim sky; at the time of Chen, the light shines in the sky; at Yin time, the wind carries thousands of images; at Mao time, the dodder moon touches the soft intestines... It may be an edge, or an obstacle, or a confusion, or an injury. From ignorance and resistance to taking charge of yourself. Gong Xian was forced to embark on a journey, tempered in the flames of reason and emotion, protection and destruction, order and freedom. He uses his body as a sheath to receive twelve rays of light; he uses his heart as a mirror to reflect thousands of destiny paths. Every copy is a deep resonance with a soul; every decision is reshaping the future of the world. However, darkness is always with us. The roar of the greedy ones never stops, trying to devour this empty throne and return everything to chaos and disorder. This is a struggle between nothingness and everything, an epic story of a mortal body moving towards the throne of God. The inheritance of the command, the struggle against the destiny. Will he be crowned the God of Hope on this blank throne, or will he sink into the abyss of eternal calamity? The answer lies in the new era he writes. The blank throne is waiting for its owner; twelve enlightened worlds, the era is recast! Twelve beauties descended from the dust, each carrying a chapter of splendor and enlightenment. Who says that a man without a crown is not a king?