The Su family sacrifices a "patriarch" to the Shangzong every year.
This year it's the turn of three-year-old me.
They don't know that there is golden blood flowing in my body - it is the last blood of the two gods who fell to save the world three thousand years ago.
They don't even know that the ugly black jade pendant around my neck is a god-killing weapon.
Abuse is the fuel that ignites the divine fire.
Betrayal is a ritual that awakens weapons.
When the sacrificial knife fell, the black jade shattered, and embers ignited from my eyes.
From then on, sacrifices became gods and rebellion became revered.
I will use this sky-burning fire to burn down the altar of cannibalism for three thousand years and liquidate three thousand years of dirty betrayal!
