At thirty-two, Mo Chen lost everything.
He hid in games, turned night into day, and reduced himself to an empty shell.
Until one night, a dream came to him. In it, someone who looked exactly like him said he was the "Chaos" that existed before the creation of heaven and earth.
Until the night the sky split open. A streak of purple light spilled through the crack in the night sky, and he was the only one in the whole city who could see it.
Until he stepped into that teahouse. A woman in the corner who called herself the "Ghost Buddha" looked up at him, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, one by one.
From a useless man of thirty-two to the Chaos that existed before creation.
Amid the endless bustle of the mortal world, he wants to figure out only one thing: Who am I, really?
