Weird madness rages, and ancient gods disintegrate one after another, and their broken origins scatter into the world along with the cracks in time and space.
Li Mo, originally a mortal, inherited the origin of the Mother of the Sun in the apocalypse.
This inheritance is not a gift, but the pain of burning one's body, the eternal torture of melting the true fire of the sun with flesh and blood.
Like all Eastern inheritors, he struggled in the fire and clung to the ruins.
Although the weirdness continues to evolve and become more and more terrifying, they still build the last Great Wall of China with their mortal bodies.
However, crises never come alone.
Just when the Eastern inheritors were fighting to the limit, the Western gods came across the sea.
They are clothed in holy light and chant salvation, but their eyes reflect their greed for this land.
Ahead is a strange frenzy that devours all things, and behind you are compatriots who harbor evil intentions.
Since there is no way to retreat, there is no need to retreat anymore.
He turned around resolutely and stood under the sky, with a blazing sun rising in his eyes, announcing to the world that he belonged to the Eastern gods alone.
That voice shattered the sky, like an oracle, like a law, resounding throughout the world:
"We, the heirs of the Eastern Gods, once again declare that from now on, foreigners are prohibited from entering our territory of Great Xia!"
"Anyone who violates this rule will be killed regardless of gods or demons!"
