In a world where purity of blood defines worth, and the highborn cultivate power under Heaven's decree, those born of "tainted blood" are condemned to servitude, silence, or slaughter.

But from the filth and ash of this cruel order, a boy rises — not with prayers, nor with vengeance… but with perfect, calculated coldness.

Mo Tianyin, born without privilege, without hope, carries no delusions of justice. What he seeks is not rebellion… but replacement. His mind is sharper than steel, his heart colder than the grave, and every step he takes is a move against a thousand-year tyranny.

He will lie, sacrifice, and slaughter — not for glory, not for love — but to build a world where the sky itself can bleed.

He is the shadow beneath Heaven. And shadows do not kneel.

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