The Investiture of the Gods Tribulation: Godslayer

They say this is the Investiture of the Gods era. Jiang Ziya wields the list, Xiqi campaigns against Zhou, and every spirit takes its proper place. It is the Way of Heaven. It is orthodoxy. It cannot be defied. I awoke in the bloody mud of Muye. All I saw were mountains of corpses, carrion crows, and the flesh and bones of my kind bubbling in a pot abandoned by a rout of soldiers. They say the Taotie Battalion is hell. And I am something that crawled up from even deeper in hell. That night, I swallowed a thread of life from a dying man. Ancient, dark-gold patterns appeared in my palm. From then on, I could see the golden veins inside the gods and use blood to eat through the divine wings they prided themselves on. Beneath the Nine Tripods, a sea of blood roared, and my face was reflected in its waves. The Investiture of the Gods unfolded in the clouds, silently harvesting countless souls. The Celestial Court asked, “Who are you?” I licked the divine blood from the corner of my mouth. A godslayer. And that is the true name of this great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods.