I Refused to Kneel to Shiori, and Awakened the Golden Sagittarius?

In the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, the Demon Ancestor Luo Hou broke free of the Dao Ancestor Hongjun’s seal. The day he emerged from the Xumi Mountain Grottoes in Ningxia was the very day Wu Sangui opened the pass and let the Bannermen into the Central Plains. The age of darkness began…

For three hundred years, not a single immortal, Buddha, or human deity had manifested in the land of Huaxia. Churches and statues from the Western world sprang up across China like mushrooms after rain, sweeping through the land like locusts and reaping the power of faith.

The wisp of divine consciousness that the God of Wealth, Zhao Gongming, had left behind on Earth had wandered among mortals for decades, yet he had still found no way to save the Eastern immortals and Buddhas. If no one believed in or worshipped the gods, there would be no faith to gather. How could the immortals and Buddhas restore their divine powers?

Only the common folk’s fixation on wealth still allowed them to offer Zhao Gongming a meager, steady trickle of faith. Without it, even this wisp of divine consciousness would have long since vanished.

Zhao Gongming steeled himself. It seemed there was no solution to be found in Dongsheng Shenzhou. Why not go see the Western gods’ stronghold?

His divine consciousness crossed oceans and arrived in Northern Europe and Greece. On the very first night, he sensed a tremendous surge of divine power. A meteor streaked across the sky, carrying the aura of Athena, the Greek goddess of war and wisdom, who had not taken part in the sneak attack. Why had she grown so weak as well?

Rushing over, Zhao Gongming saw several of Athena’s Gold Saints fighting. Surrounded and wounded, one of them fled with an infant girl in his arms, a baby whose aura carried Athena’s divine power. Could this… be an opportunity…