When the Gods of Huaxia Fall Silent, I Shall Slay Every False God as a Mortal

Giant waves in the East China Sea swallowed a city, while the shadow of Yamata no Orochi blotted out the sky.

The words “China has no gods,” spoken by a Japanese exchange student, made every survivor lower their head.

Amid the ruins of despair, I found an heirloom my father had left behind: a warm jade slip.

When my blood dripped onto it, a cold voice rang out in my mind:

I saw history that had been erased, and heard whispers among the stars.

I discovered that our ancestors had never been fighting the so-called gods.

They had been fighting an ultimate horror, concealed for five thousand years...

Now it's my turn.