Three years ago, Qin Tian self-destructed his divine power and completely sealed the passage for the gods to descend.
>The world has finally returned to peace—at least on the surface.
>Now he uses the pseudonym Qin An and wears gold-rimmed glasses to teach history in middle school.
>Until it was raining heavily after school, the physical education teacher stumbled into the classroom: "Monster... There is a monster at the school gate!"
>When the students screamed in fear, Qin An on the podium pushed up his glasses: "Take the children to the basement."
>He was the only one left in the empty classroom.
>The moment the white shirt was torn, the hideous old scar on the back burned brightly in the lightning.
>He pulled out a rusty long knife from the void with his backhand and whispered softly: "Old friend, it's time to drink blood again."
