Guarding the Dust with Emberfire

That day, Ye Junlin spent forty yuan at a secondhand market on a scrap of tattered silk.

No one could read the writing on it, but something in his mind began turning pages.

The book told him three things: Kunlun was real. The Primordial Wilderness was real. The fall of Mount Buzhou was real, too. And one more thing: the formation sealing them away had cracked.

His older sister called and said, “Don’t go into the mountains lately.”

He was already at the foot of one.

From that day on, this ordinary college student who loved hanging out in the library somehow became the last human heir to the flame.

But he hadn’t even figured out who his parents were.