The Legacy of Shennong: The Mythical Cracks Under the Conferred Gods
The Shennong Temple on the outskirts of Chentangguan burned for three days and three nights. Sixteen-year-old Lin Yan clutched half of a hot Baicao Ling and ran away in the rain and fog.
Before his death, the master said that what they were guarding was not a god, but a "debt" - but he didn't know that this "debt" contained the dirtiest truth about the war of gods: the so-called 365 righteous gods were actually "false gods" refined by the Emperor of Heaven using the souls of mortals; and the ancestor of Shennong whom he believed in did not die from tasting a hundred herbs at all, but because he resisted this conspiracy, he was nailed to the pillar of shame in mythology.
The divine power of Shennong in the palm of his hand is awakening. On one side is Kunlun Xuli's map of the "Book of Mountains and Seas" that can interpret ancient ruins. On the other side is the pursuit of the golden armored guards in the heaven and the calculations of the nine-tailed fox in the demon world. Even "righteous gods" such as Nezha and Yang Jian are extending olive branches to him in the dark.
When the old gods of the Chaos Abyss broke out of the seal and the order of the heavenly world was on the verge of collapse, Lin Yan stood in the gap between the three realms of humans, gods, and demons, and finally understood: the so-called legacy is never about inheriting glory, but about tearing apart the tampered myths with his own hands, and seeking justice that has been delayed for three thousand years for all the sacrificed souls.
"Don't believe in gods, don't believe in demons, don't believe in any 'truth' you see - unless you dare to use your own life to re-write the list of gods."
