The weird rules came, China had no gods, and I became a sacrifice.
When I was about to die, I carved the words in blood, but summoned the ancestral dragon Ying Zheng.
"This world is broken, is it worthy of me to take action?"
His face was full of disgust, but he signed a blood contract with me: I will use my soul and temporarily borrow the imperial power to rebuild the Great Wall for him in this doomsday!
I thought I got the strongest plug-in.
Who knows, this is just the beginning.
My mind has become a battlefield for my ancestors.
The First Emperor wants to unify, Bai Qi, the God of Death, just wants to sharpen his sword, Mozi calls me stupid when he comes up, Concubine Yang cries and says her pipa can enchant the soul...
They bickered and tried to turn me into their avatar.
And I, this madman who carries the expectations of the entire civilization,
The left hand holds the imperial power, and the right hand holds the sword of death.
In the ruins where alien gods dwell,
Silence laid the first brick.
They said they wanted to build a monument to this desperate era.
I just want to ask——
If five thousand years of civilization are used as salary,
Can you burn away this gloomy sky?
To steal a ray of light for future generations?
