The Battle of the Gods is fake.
I didn't know about it before I dug up the jade cong in Yin Ruins.
I was dragged into the Makino battlefield three thousand years ago by that thing, crawled out of the sea of blood from the mountain of corpses, and watched with my own eyes as the fire of Lutai burned half the sky red.
It was not King Wu of Zhou who killed Shang Zhou.
It was not Jiang Ziya who killed Wenzhong.
The thing that split open the Grand Master's chest with a sword was called Zeus.
The gods of Olympus teamed up with the giants of Asgard to control this change of dynasty behind the scenes.
What they want is not the land in the east, but the foundation of the human race - the bloodline of the great witch that has been passed down from the beginning of Pangu to today.
And I, a doctor of archeology who couldn't even hold a bronze sword, was stuffed with a fragment of a broken cauldron by Wen Zhong, who was about to die, and I became the number one target on their must-kill list.
They say witchcraft is superstition.
I use quantum physics to deconstruct the ancestral shaman inheritance.
They say God is invincible.
I let the Jiuzhou Cauldron be recast in people's hearts.
Thirty thousand years later, Olympus fell into the dust of the East.
Someone asked me how I did it, and I said: The end of science is the truth that God once stole.
