[Ensemble cast, no brainless protagonists, fast-paced, competition across the Myriad Worlds] When the gods of the heavenly realm scattered their divine mantles across the mortal world, a godhood game that would sweep the globe began. Some awakened the golden body of Buddha, some inherited the bloodline of demon gods, and others wielded the authority of demon lords.
In an age when countless people fought for the gods' blessings, Jiang Han's awakening plunged the entire heavenly realm into dead silence.
He inherited the “Left Wing of God,” the sacred-flame divine mantle of the Seraph Michael.
When demonic apostles ran rampant through the cities, Buddha's disciples closed their eyes and turned away, and the descendants of demon gods watched coldly, he became an outcast despite bearing a sacred name.
The Holy Light Church branded him a “false saint,” demonic followers wanted to devour his flesh and blood, and the gods' agents secretly laid a deadly trap for him, all because of an ancient prophecy:
“When Michael returns to the mortal world, the gates of heaven shall open once more, and all the old gods shall face judgment.”
Jiang Han extinguished the holy radiance of his wings and hid among ordinary people, quietly honing the legendary “Flame Holy Sword,” the blade said to have once cast Satan into the abyss.
Then an apocalypse-class demon tore open the sky, while the gods' agents divided the mortal world into a chessboard and negotiated with billions of lives as their stakes.
Amid cries of despair, he finally spread those flaming wings that would burn away all sin.
“You fear judgment,” he said, as the sacred flames in his hand coalesced into a sword of retribution, “because every one of you is guilty.”
That day, above a city swallowed by hellfire,
six wings blotted out the sky, and hymns rang across the mortal world.
“I say,”
“Let there be light.”
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