In the distant realm of Jinzhou, where mountains kissed the sky and rivers whispered secrets to the moon, the world was ruled not by kings but by cultivators—beings who walked the Dao, defying heaven, time, and death.
Millennia ago, the Primordial War tore the sky asunder. The Heavens, fractured, sealed away their heart. From this fracture fell a single shimmering lotus petal, its aura divine, its fate unknown.
They say those who attain enlightenment under the Starswept Path—a cultivation legacy left by the Lotus of Eternity—can transcend reincarnation itself. But the Dao is not kind, and Heaven is not just.
In a quiet village nestled against the Weeping Cliff, a boy was born with no spiritual roots, no fortune, and no name worthy of song. His fate was to wither before blooming.
But fate can be rewritten by sweat and blood. And sometimes, the heavens miscalculate...