His blood feud remained unsettled, yet the Heavenly Dao had already begun to crumble.
When a Gold-element battle general’s Gengjin sword energy pierced his parents’ chests, Wuchen found a bloodstained stone ring among the corpses. It was the seed of godslaying, buried by the first Earth Emperor before his fall.
In this world, where the five elements and their swords of power determined the fate of all, the shadowy network woven by the five great factions had long since rotted to the bone. Gold-element war chariots crushed the borderlands. Wood-element poisonous vines strangled allies. Water-element warships switched sides amid towering waves. The Fire-element princess’s tenderness was nothing but a thousand-year-old scheme to raise poisonous insects.
Born with a Chaos body, the young man could devour the elements with his left hand and glimpse fate with his right eye. From a cellar on the frontier to a battlefield among the stars, he walked over the corpses of traitors and uncovered a shocking truth: the so-called cycle of the five elements generating one another was nothing but a scheme by a higher civilization to harvest all living beings. And on each of the five swords of power that towered above all, every sword pattern was carved with the despairing cries of the first emperors.
When the one he loved became the soul of a spear, and the countdown to the universe’s rebirth began flashing atop the Chaos Tower, Wuchen took hold of the Godslaying Spear forged from a star core. In this moment, he was both a harbinger of destruction and the last spark of hope. This thrust would pierce not only Odin’s mechanical divine kingdom, but also the bloody cycle that had endured for thirty thousand years.
“You said everyone of the Earth element was an ant?”
As the spearhead lifted the head of the Gold-element Sword Lord, five swords of power hovered behind Wuchen, shattering inch by inch.
The starfields beneath his feet were being devoured by the Chaos Domain.
“Now it’s time for the Heavenly Dao to kneel and listen to me.”
