On the day when the sky opened, Ling Jin's harpoon was still stuck in the eye socket of the thunder-marked whale.
He watched helplessly as the gigantic whale was dragged into the abyss, with purple-black rain hitting his face, smelling like the rust of divine blood.
In this world ruled by the Purifying Lighthouse, mortals are only told two things:
1. The devout will eventually become gods;
2. Those who make irresponsible remarks about heaven's secrets will be "purified".
Until Ling Jin picked up the ice coffin fragment at Jingluo Beach——
The silver-haired girl sealed in the ice opened her eyes, and the frost on her fingertips froze the pursuer's flames:
"The so-called ascending to the gods is nothing more than sifting the feed on the tables of the gods."
When his sister's coughed blood dyed the tips of the divine guards' boots red, and when the ice coffin guided him to find the altar in the heavy rain, Ling Jin held on to the broken prosthetic limb wrapped in lightning.
From the sky came the mocking words of the Council of Four Gods:
"An ant, dare to peek into the divine realm?"
He smiled and ran into the crack in the sky that swallowed the giant whale:
"Who said peeping..."
"I'm going to flip the table!"
