In the winter of 2019, Jiangcheng City was closed down.
Lin Chen, a newly graduated doctor of medicine, fainted in the emergency department on his first day of employment. When he woke up, his right arm was lit with a golden-red flame. In the sea of consciousness, an old voice sounded——
"You're here."
Yan Emperor Shennong passed Sheng Yan into his bloodline.
But this disaster was not an act of God. The spinning green crystal in the abandoned castle, the snake staff mark on the neck of the infected person, and the name that descended from the Western Kingdom of God - Asclepius. They were using the city as an altar.
Tianyuwei, the guardian of China. Seventeen years ago, they blocked the sun god Apollo at the cost of three lives. Seventeen years later, his son returned with the Plague Core for revenge.
The gods of China have long been unable to take action personally. The ancient gods were dispersed into grassy mountains and rivers, and the heavenly gods were forbidden to move arbitrarily in the Lingxiao Palace. The most fervent wills - the monkey, the man who split the mountain, the child who took out his bones to return his father - their divinity was scattered in the hearts of the people, and only in the most desperate moments, they could stand up again with the help of the bones that refused to kneel.
"This fire——"
Lin Chen lit the Holy Flame on his right arm.
"—It'll be warm."
Seal a city and guard a country. He was never fighting this battle alone.
