Thirty years after the death of Wu Zu, chaos once again engulfed the world.
Monsters tear apart the remnants of civilization, bury howling skeletons deep in the devil's cave, and careerists use the common people as a chess piece...
When the darkness once again crushes the ant-like beings, only the blood-rusted motto echoes among the ruins——
"Fortunately, Martial Ancestor once ruled the world."
Chen Changsheng walked through purgatory alone.
His footprints are imprinted on the scorched earth, unknown to anyone——
However, when the newly born "Old Dominators" cut off the continental shelf, and when mankind screamed for the last time, Chen Changsheng rose from the sky, and the thunder in his palm tore through the eternal night.
Evil God: "Absurd! How can a mortal body control heavenly punishment?! You... Can't be human?!"
Chen Changsheng: "How can a saint not be considered a human being?"
