The world was not created this way.
Historians called that disaster "Three Lumins Collapse the Sky" - when the legend of the Red Emperor slaying the snake condensed into reality in the long river of time, when the words of "Red Fu Talisman" turned into burning chains entwining the stars, when Wang Mang's "Zhou Rites" was etched into the veins of the earth, three destiny that should not coexist simultaneously tore the latitude and longitude of reality.
This is not the late Eastern Han Dynasty when you remember the Yellow Turban Uprising.
This is a battlefield of debris where destiny has materialized and devoured each other...
Until you met the seven knives in the "Zhenwei Cemetery" deep in the scorched earth.
They were inserted into a huge, neither human nor animal skeleton, whose head was the armillary sphere and whose spine was the main ruler of weights and measures. What is engraved on the blade is not Chinese characters, but concepts that are directly burned into the soul...
The moment you hold "Rage", for the first time, a sky that does not belong to any of the three destiny appears in the sky over the scorched earth - a turbid, rolling yellow sky phantom that seems to be brewing thunderstorms and plagues.
It was also at that moment that Wang Mang's envoy found you.
It was a mechanical creation composed of movable arithmetic chips and bronze dendrobium. It spoke in standard elegant dialect: "The false destiny master of the wrong order invites Huang Tian's last heartbeat to discuss the matter of killing gods."
You know, the wheels of history - no, the gears of destiny - are starting to turn.
The first bite of the gears is often accompanied by the sound of crushing flesh and blood.
