When the ferry on the River Styx began to return empty, and when the mark of death was inexplicably missing, Xuan Ming, the silent god of death, smelled the residual warmth of the king of gods' divine power at the scene where the dead souls disappeared.
After a hundred years of divine discussion, the accusation of truth was met with perfect lies. Xion, the God of Seasons, who was forced to form an alliance, and the aloof Xuan Ming stepped into the "investigation privilege" gifted by the God King together, but found themselves walking into a carefully woven cage.
This is a rebellion about eternity. The King of Gods is afraid of falling, weaves lies in the name of order, unites wisdom and messengers, and regards the authority of the gods as fuel for refining the eternal divine core. The dead souls in the underworld, the heroic spirits on the battlefield, and even the glory of the divine realm have all become silent fuel on the altar.
From the deathly silence of the underworld to the beacon fire of the divine realm, from the lonely investigation to the resistance of the gods. Xuan Ming and Xion uncovered the bloody truth during the pursuit. The rebel god who was forced to fall, the ambitious demon king, the mortals who awakened to fight... The torn camp was reshuffled under the conspiracy.
In the end, it was not the most powerful god who won the victory, but the forgotten sacrifices, fragile trusts and longing for the "future" that converged into the blade that cut into eternal tyranny.
When the God of Evil chooses to dissolve himself, and when the gods learn to embrace the incomplete in the dusk, a world that no longer needs "evil" as an excuse welcomes its painful and real new life.
This is an epic of the fall and reconstruction of the divine realm, a myth of how power corrupts eternity, and how sacrifice defines divinity. It is also a mirror of eternity that reflects the choices and responsibilities of all living beings.
