This is a despairing age in which gods have become high-dimensional laws of distortion, and causality is manipulated through surgery and computational power. When folk superstition merges deeply with heavy industry and quantum physics, it gives rise to an extreme and brutal "flesh-and-blood materialism." The smells of rust, disinfectant, and incense ash mingle, concealing the cannibalistic truth behind the longevity conglomerates' defiance of fate.
Chu Taiyi, a fallen folklorist, seeks to break his family's fatal curse and escape the conglomerates hunting him. Inside an abandoned bomb shelter, he cuts open his own back and uses a micro-engraving machine to carve his ancestors' birth dates and eight characters onto his spine, using his own body as a vessel to forcibly construct a "flesh ancestral hall." A lifelong fever of forty degrees and extreme rejection are the price he pays. In return, centuries of his clan's sinister experience possess him in an instant, allowing him to strike back with unbelievable brutality when cornered.
From coughing up tangible malice in a ruined industrial city, his body wrapped in blood-embroidered remnants, to gazing into the higher-dimensional madness of a "four-dimensional worm" in a deep-sea heavy-water chamber, he will do anything to survive within rules that have been locked down. He even swallows words carved from ancient texts, letting the conceptual flesh-tumors in his stomach howl in agony.
When causality is locked down completely, Chu Taiyi will set up a vast array of drones atop Mount Tai and use modern heavy industry and the fortune of the Nine Provinces to forcibly invert the Nine Cauldrons. If the Heavenly Dao is nothing but a group of monsters playing with mathematics, then he will knot the three-life worm and tear this twisted age apart, forcing the lofty sky to bow its head.
The heavens of all realms turned upside down, the sky bows to my true self!