Cultivating the Gods in the Apocalypse

In a place invisible to the people of Earth, a figure hundreds of meters tall stood silently before a shattered throne. Loss and sorrow spread soundlessly among them.

These deities, who should have shone brilliantly in myth, now had only one thought: The God King is dead, and the road ahead is cut off. What are we to do now?

As if sensing the deities' grief and helplessness, the divine music that echoed through the Four Realms fell silent as well.

Today, many people on Earth transformed, in a way no human could see, into wisps of divine light and entered the bodies of these deities, who had lain dormant for tens of thousands of years. As their divine sigils began to beat once more, they opened their eyes. Yet what they had never expected was that the king who had always led them had not returned with them.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.