I transmigrated into Wu Geng, the last Shang king, and opened my eyes to a dead end.
Three hundred years had passed since the Investiture of the Gods War. The Kunlun Heavenly Gate was sealed, spiritual energy had died out, and the cultivation civilization had been utterly extinguished.
The Heavenly Dao enslaved all living beings with the Investiture of the Gods List. Becoming a god through worship was the only path left, and humanity knelt before divine statues, begging for power.
My double pupils could see an assassination three moments before it happened, but they couldn't see any way out for this world.
That is, until I discovered in the ancestral temple that those desperate prayers were somehow giving rise to golden worship energy inside me.
And Su Wan, my childhood sweetheart, used the hand that had just poisoned a traitor to wipe the blood from my face. Then she whispered:
“Don't be afraid. I'll stay with you.”
“I'll stay with you while we punch a hole through this damnable sky.”
A Dark World
This is a cage meticulously designed by the Heavenly Dao:
Spirit plants wither, flying swords gather dust, and cultivators lose all their power before burning themselves alive in madness.
Mortals are born without spiritual roots and can only kneel before divine statues and beg to survive.
The gods depend on worship, and countless wars erupt as they compete for believers.
The loyal die. The kind die. Only ruthlessness and cunning can buy you one more moment of life.
And in a world like this, I will forge a path for those who come after me, a way to live on our feet...
