Civilization is my fuel, and I will kindle the flame for humanity
Ye Feng transmigrates from Earth, only to discover that this universe has no legacy of nations.
Humanity is scattered and divided, struggling under the gods’ rule. The gods sneer, “Humans are nothing more than spirit herbs we cultivated.”
Xia, Shang, Zhou, Qin, Han, Tang, Song, Ming… Ye Feng softly recites these forgotten names.
In an instant, a bronze divine cauldron long sealed away begins to rumble. The Imperial Jade Seal shines, ancient swords ring out, and the phantom of an ancient Great Wall stretching across the galaxy slowly appears.
Countless figures form ranks amid the shifting light and shadow. Emperors and generals, scholars and poets, smile as they gaze at him. “You’re finally here, last Human Sovereign.”
Only then does Ye Feng understand: what they call ascension is a nation fighting a bloody war to the death, and the gap in history is where the kindling of civilization has lain dormant.
“Today, I, Ye Feng, establish the Immortal Nation of Huaxia for one purpose: to use the flame passed down by my people to burn the heavens themselves!”
