In many fairy tales, when darkness falls over a magical continent, the goddess summons a hero from another world.
And the hero eventually defeats the Demon King, restoring peace and happiness to the magical continent.
But that is only a fairy tale. There is no Demon King, and the magical continent doesn't need some so-called hero to save the world!
Heroes are nothing more than livestock that can be summoned and mass-produced!
It's all just a game among the gods. Everyone on the magical continent, heroes included, is nothing but a toy in their hands!
But... what would happen if the one summoned were no ordinary person, but a Dao Ancestor who had endured countless ages and reached the pinnacle of the cultivation world?
A hero?
No. I am the Dao Ancestor!
