The Immortal King has fallen, the Divine Lord has fallen into slumber, and the Saint Emperor has vanished.
Time is a river whose course is already set, and he is a reef that should never have existed. A transmigrator erased by the Will of Heaven can only burn in the cracks of the present.
He pieces together his beloved's face from the remnants of time and reconstructs the laws governing all life from the tombstones of history.
This is a battle against an ordained fate. I am no pawn. I am the hand that flips the board!