Thirty years after the Martial Ancestor fell, chaos once again swallowed the human world.
Demonic beasts tore apart the last embers of civilization. Demon lairs buried bones beneath their depths, filled with cries of the dead. Ambitious men treated all living beings as pawns...
As darkness once more rolled over the masses, as insignificant as ants, only one blood-rusted maxim echoed among the ruins:
“Thank goodness for the Martial Ancestor, who once held the human world in check.”
Chen Changsheng walked alone through purgatory.
His footprints were seared into the scorched earth, but no one knew...
Then, as a newly risen “Old One” snapped the continental shelf in two, and humanity let out its final scream, Chen Changsheng soared into the sky, lightning blazing in his palm as he tore through the eternal night.
Evil God: “Absurd! How can a mortal wield Heaven’s punishment?! You... can’t possibly be human?!”
Chen Changsheng: “How can a sage not count as human?”
