Yang Ling's soul transmigrates into the storm-tossed final years of the Great Yong Dynasty.
A faction of civil officials controls the court, and regional princes are on the verge of rebellion.
The northern barbarians raid the border year after year, Japanese pirates continue their looting along the southeast coast, and powerful enemies in the Western Regions watch hungrily.
At court, the Grand Secretary forces him to stamp a treaty that would surrender territory and bring shame upon the nation.
In the imperial study, Chief Eunuch Wang Zhong cautiously asks, “Your Majesty, for tonight's imperial meal... will it be porridge or bran?”
"The Ultimate Divine Demon System has been bound."
Meek and deferential by day, fists flying by night.
Yang Ling continues to play the part of a timid emperor, unable to answer when the ministers berate him in court.
But late each night, Yang Ling sneaks out of the palace and transforms into the “Shadow Divine Demon.”
An allied force of three hundred thousand northern barbarians bypasses the border defenses and makes a beeline for the capital.
The assembled ministers are helpless, and the Grand Secretary has already begun drafting the surrender document.
With the city about to fall, the palace descends into chaos as eunuchs and maids flee in every direction.
Facing the overwhelming enemy army,
Yang Ling smiles and says:
“My esteemed ministers, you always say I'm unfit to rule.”
“Today, I'll show you...”
“what it means to be the true Son of the Dragon.”
His imperial robe explodes apart.
A thirty-meter-tall muscular giant stands before the Hall of Supreme Harmony, each step cracking the white marble stairs beneath his feet.
Just as Yang Ling thinks the realm is finally secure:
"Warning: This world will undergo its first spiritual qi revival in three years. At that time, powerful beings from higher planes will descend upon this world."
His enemies are the true immortals, heavenly demons, and Great Old Ones who see this world as a hunting ground.
And when the “immortals” descend, gazing down at the capital as if its people were ants,
a hundred-meter-tall demon god grabs one of them:
“Welcome to my territory.”
“Now get on your knees and call me Daddy.”
