I travel through time and space just to find a way home.
At the end of time, I took power and became a hero who saved other worlds; behind the scenes of Journey to the West, I aspired to conquer the ancient world and became a variable that stirred up calamity.
When I finally cut through the dimension and came back full of glory——
But I found that my world had already fallen.
Myths invade and the end is near. China's last hope lies in the three sleeping ancient gods.
The Monkey King has forgotten the Huaguo Mountain, Erlang Zhenjun cannot find the Roaring Dog, and the Third Prince has lost the Hun Tian Ling... They have magical power, but they have lost themselves.
The real terror is far from those ferocious alien gods and demons.
When I pulled out the rusty sword I was carrying and tried to wake up the broken mountains and rivers——
Above the sky, there was a sigh containing endless vicissitudes and disappointment.
"The Human Emperor..."
"You shouldn't have come back."
