Xingqi Tiangang

Tiangang has never been the sequence of stars, nor the thirty-six eternal laws engraved in the sky. That's the name of the shackles. Until I opened the notebook of the first Taoist master, and on the last page, I saw a line of bloody words that had been lost in history: Tiangang was not given by God, but stolen by man. The positions of the stars can be taken away, changed, and... Rewritten. Using my body as an inkstone and my blood as ink, I change the trajectory of the night sky. From this we can glimpse the cracks in the laws of all things; Every step he takes breaks an established destiny. Those sacred rules that have been enshrined for thousands of years, in my palm, are just an old piece of paper that can be torn, crumpled, and rolled out again. Nowadays, the star map is in chaos because of me, and the way of heaven is ringing because of me. My former comrades regarded me as crazy, and the stars in the sky regarded me as a bandit. Very good. I hold a lantern and walk on an untraveled road - behind me is the disintegrating old order, and in front of me is the new outline that is being written by my own hands. They called it "betrayal." I call this: Ascension