When Lin Che awoke, he found himself lying on an ancient altar covered in dried blood. His mind was flooded with visions of civilization's fall and divine blood spilling across the world. He had become the last descendant of the long-lost ancient god clan, with forbidden blood coursing through his veins, blood deemed an "original sin."
To survive in this unfamiliar world, fraught with danger, he had no choice but to conceal every trace of his supernatural nature and pose as an ordinary boy of the lowest station. He carried loads at a border-town wharf to make ends meet and cautiously felt his way through the bustling streets and black markets. Yet strange cases were happening one after another in Qinglan City, with eerie red marks appearing on the necks of the missing. Evil spirits whispered in the Cangmang Mountains, where an ancient altar stirred his blood. War clouds gathered over the northern frontier, and the enemy cavalry included red-eyed monsters that looked nothing like humans...
As the blood-red shadow of the clan's destruction spread once more, and countless ordinary people knelt and prayed for the gods to descend, only to be met with despair, Lin Che, disguised as a low-ranking frontier soldier and struggling to climb his way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, slowly raised his head.
The Blood Devourer Alliance, fallen minions lurking behind the scenes; imperial spies seeking ancient taboos; the fearsome enemies of the northern deserts; and the Eternal Dark Abyss, casting its icy gaze from the end of time... All the forces revealed themselves clearly as he ascended to the summit of the frontier's beacon tower.
Since the Heavenly Dao rejects me and all worlds despise me,
then...
"From this day on, this shattered land and its bewildered people shall have me, the ember bearing 'original sin,' as their god, for now."
