In the age of spiritual qi revival, the gods returned, and everyone could cultivate.
But in the East, there were cultivators and no gods, leaving it vulnerable to the gods' invasion and their harvesting of faith.
Every inch of the homeland was bought with blood. Huaxia fought to its very last breath!
One generation's Demonic Ancestor refused to accept this fate and was reborn in the technological age.
This time, he would offer the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to Huaxia!
[All of Huaxia becoming demonic cultivators? Sounds great. There's room for one more in this packed house!]
[Huaxia doesn't care about human rights? Sounds great. That's just how we do things!]
Years later, when the Western gods returned, they were shocked to discover that their followers had vanished.
In their place stood 1.4 billion Huaxia demonic cultivators, all ready to tear off their skins.
They were stunned on the spot.
Asan: We're doomed. The Rabbit has gone mad and wants to use our skins to refine the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.
Sakura: Impossible! How could Lord Rabbit do such a thing?
Bald Eagle: Hey, man, you're not planning to refine me too, are you?
Rabbit: No, no! We're kind-hearted by nature. How could we do something like that?
The next moment, billowing smoke swept over everything.
Huaxia sacrificed itself, using its Ten Thousand Souls Banner as a shield, and went alone to fight the Heavenly Demons.
Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon: Hey, man, which one of us is the Heavenly Demon? Why are you so vicious?
