I Sacrifice My Eyes to the True Lord, and the Gods of China Return to Their Places

I died once. It was the third year after the gods fell asleep. Back then, I gouged out my own eyes and offered them to the Perfected Lord Qingyuan Miaodao, hoping to awaken the Chinese pantheon. But my eyes were gone, and the gods did not awaken. The lackeys of the Western pantheon hunted me down in the ruins, and I died like a stray dog. As I was dying, I clutched a fragment of bronze and heard a voice say: “Let blood be the offering, and eyes the proof. China owes you a debt, and it will be repaid.” When I opened my eyes again, I was seventeen. The night before Awakening Day. Moonlight poured through the window. I clenched my fists. This time, I won’t be a hero. I’ll do just one thing Wake every last one of those sleeping gods. Make every last debtor repay what they owe. Make every so-called god who wants to invade China kneel beneath Mount Kunlun and say: “Chinese pantheon, we were wrong.” My name is Yang Chen. This time I’ll trade my eyes to bring the gods back to their places. And trade the gods’ return for peace in the mortal world.