The Age of Chaos, the Heavenly Path as a prison. The stars revolve according to strict iron laws, the four seasons bite together like gears, and the fate of all things has been engraved on the cold Heavenly Stele since birth, unchanging through eternity. Until the youth Jin, in the silence of the ancient ruins, excavated an ancient, rustic remnant sword—"Slay Heaven"—whose body is dark, with a blade covered in cracks and fissures. This sword has no edge, and touching it brings a chilling sensation, yet the moment his palm covers the hilt, a deep, heartbeat-like throb emanates from the sword's core, resonating and roaring with the blazing wildfire in his chest.

Legend has it that the highest heaven is without heart or soul, only the "Chain of Laws" forged from nine layers of star brilliance, tightly locking the "Core of the Heavenly Path," the hub of the universe and the source of all phenomena. Jin, carrying his sword alone, walks across the shattered mountains and rivers torn apart by destiny. When the sword is drawn, it is silent and without light, yet the "Causal Silk Thread"—which connects the lives and fortunes of countless beings, the rise and fall of dynasties—breaks apart in response, like a lamenting cicada fading away. Above the sky, dark cracks like spider webs open, a cry of sorrow from the very order itself.

The gods are furious, sending the Nine Heavens Thunder Pool to transform into countless thunderbolts and war spears, carrying the power to destroy the world, crashing down. Jin looks up, allowing the electric snakes to tear at his hair, blood staining the corner of his mouth, yet a nearly mad smile curves on his face. He reverses his grip and draws the sword, "Slay Heaven," for the first time revealing its light—yet this is not brightness, but the "Darkness of Nothingness" that devours all light and is bottomless. The blade points toward the gods in the clouds, its voice tearing the sky: "If you regard the common people as the dead characters on a stele, today, I will use this sword in my hand to open a path of life for this eternal long night—!"

In the final battle, there are no stars or moons. Jin transforms into the sword itself, merging with the sword, becoming a deep, radiant stream of light shooting against the sky, directly piercing the ever-beating, coldly rational Core of the Heavenly Path. There is no earth-shattering explosion as expected, only a crisp, prolonged "Ding—" echoing through all worlds, as if the most exquisite glazed lantern finally could not bear the burden and shattered in eternity.

Immediately, the laws disintegrate, and all phenomena are reborn: the imprisoned galaxy floods back like a breached dam; the unprecedented "Dawn" breaks free from the chains of time, dyeing his tattered robes and the humming sword edge with its unparalleled warmth and color; the fixed orbits of the sun and moon begin to drift, clouds and mist develop their own consciousness, gathering and dispersing at will. The old Heavenly Stele collapses with a thunderous crash, its fragments turning into dust that nourishes new soil. In the years that follow, a new, highly possible "Thirteenth Month" quietly appears in the human calendar, and shooting stars streak across the night sky like generous rain of swords, freely cast. In the palms of newborn babies, patterns appear—unseen before, winding like sword marks or new sprouts—belonging to them alone, an unwriteable and inalienable "Life Mark." #内容挖矿焕新公测开启 #比特币相对黄金进入深度弱势