This book is divided into three volumes: Legend, Present, and This Life.
Legend: Chang'an × Sui Yunzhi. After lying dormant for many years, the Supreme God descends into the mortal realm.
The Goddess bestows blessings upon humanity and is adored by mortals. The gods believe they have found the Supreme God.
Though they descend at the same time, their lives are worlds apart. She endures every kind of human suffering just to survive.
To save all living beings, she sacrifices herself to heaven and earth. The most tormented person saves the world.
Yet people continue to worship the so-called Goddess, and disasters in the human world never cease.
The gods sigh that all their efforts have come to nothing, and hope only for the next cycle of reincarnation, never caring in the least that the true god has left.
They have none of humanity's seven emotions and six desires, yet call themselves gods. They are nothing but the most laughable beings in this world.
There is no right or wrong, no good or evil in this world. No one is there to judge...
Present: Chen An × Sui Hanzhi. Once you enter the palace gates, the depths are unfathomable. The shifting court is an even more bloodless battlefield.
Tempted by immense power, he is willing to collude with an enemy state to pave the way for his own future, only to end up paving the way for someone else. His questions remain unanswered.
A glimpse in their youth leaves him dazzled for the rest of his life. Clever and resourceful as he is, he cannot escape worldly prejudice and still becomes a pawn in someone else's hands.
How can everything ever go perfectly? All he can say is that he wishes he had known better.
This Life: Mu Zhi × Bai Ping. No matter how many conflicts there are in this world, compromise and concession are inevitable, as are stubbornness and extremism.
If no one can even measure good and evil, who can tell right from wrong?
A moment of fearless resolve brings suffering to an end at last, and everyone envies them.
But after retreating again and again, they cannot escape the suffocating oppression. Whose fault is that?
They refuse to bow to reality, just as they never stopped chasing their dreams in their reckless youth.
Youth should be a wild celebration, a passionate fight. Why would the gods or the heavens blame us?
We are our own gods.
