Ascension to godhood was originally a supreme honor, but it became the beginning of a cruel reality. I thought I had reached the pinnacle, but found that I was just an insignificant speck of dust in the divine world, sent to guard Tianmen. Here, "geniuses" from thousands of worlds are everywhere, and the proud ones in the past have become the lowest level of heavenly soldiers. It is difficult to advance in cultivation, and no one cares about life and death. When disaster strikes and colleagues disappear like grass, they truly understand that the so-called divine world is just another colder and cruel Shura field. However, even in the dust, the concern from the mortal world and the unyielding Taoist heart are still struggling to find a glimmer of light and meaning in the boundless indifference.
