Nine Numbers to Mend the Sky

In order to pursue the ultimate "righteousness", civilization has broken its own teeth for the first time. Da Qin. Laws are like rules, and everything is a tool. The craftsman Huo Bingzheng was ordered to carve the stele. The patina seeped into the gaps between his fingernails, and the bones were gradually "forged" until they were broken rather than bent - but there was a "hidden flaw" embedded with a silver needle on his back. Only then did we know that there is something outside of time, without words or involvement, only tasting the taste of civilization change: salty is blood, bitter is human taste, and emptiness is the vacuum after overflowing. From the bones of the Qin Dynasty, the dirt of the Han Dynasty, the fat of the Tang Dynasty, the glaze of the Song Dynasty... To the final nine numbers of mending the sky, each volume is a slice of "lawful disease". This is a new oriental strange story with a hard science fiction setting written through the eyes of philosophers. Question: If "rightness" itself begins to erode you, will you be the bone that refuses to bend—or the needle that will never solidify?