That day, the last hope went out.
The sole Level One Sentinel was killed in action. The coordinates for returning home were sealed away, and the direction of their homeland was completely obscured.
The United States of the Gods sneered, their mockery like a blade of ice, stabbing into the souls of every “Huaxia” lost in another world.
Countless people who had always believed in playing it safe were moved by the Sentinel's final words, by that one sentence:
“Stray dogs with no home to return to.”
And so they chose another path.
“Huaxia” members across countless planes awakened in turn, tearing the world's rules apart by the most extreme means.
All for the sake of going home.
This is a Shura expedition spanning countless planes,
a mad counterattack by a band of “stray dogs with no home.”
Dumplings from home, their mother's smile, their father's wine cup:
those distant comforts have now become poisonous flames that will burn everything to ash.
And they swear to trample across myriad worlds and cut down the gods,
to return to a home that may no longer exist.
The beginning is good, and the story is very novel, but there is a lack of traffic. Nowadays, everyone likes to read articles that pretend to be pigs and eat tigers and then be invincible and popular. This book was definitely a masterpiece ten years ago, which is a pity.
Overall it's okay.
Overall not bad.
It's okay. Come on, author.