Global Mythology Showdown: I Summon the Gods of the Primordial World

Western gods invaded, erasing all memory of their own deities from the people of Daxia and establishing a mythic arena governed by absolute rules.

The losing side would have a random piece of its homeland ceded to the victor.

Under the pressure of gods like Zeus and Odin, Daxia, robbed of its memories of faith, suffered defeat after defeat and stood on the brink of destruction.

Just as despair descended, Xu Nuo stepped forward.

In the abyss of a world that had forgotten everything, he alone still carried in his heart every name and legacy that should never have been erased.

So when the thunder of Olympus struck again, it was answered by the awe-inspiring might of the Celestial Worthy of the Thunder Department.

When the Eternal Spear tore through the sky, a colossal hand clad in rusted bronze scales reached up from the depths of the underworld and crushed it in midair.

The Demon Court descended from the sky, the Ancestral Witches strode across the earth, ferocious beasts roared, the gods of Heaven arrived, and the ghosts of the underworld formed ranks...

Behind him, a lost age of myth roared back to life, sweeping across the heavens.

Faced with this overwhelming flood of gods, the Western deities finally trembled. “Your gods... weren’t they forgotten long ago?”

Xu Nuo looked toward the starry sky above his homeland, shining once more, and replied softly:

“We of Daxia have never worshipped just one god or one idol.”

“We honor instead the splendor of all the ages, the brilliance of the starry river.”