A hundred years after spiritual qi revival began, the gods are asleep and their myths have been lost across the Shenen Continent.
At eighteen, everyone awakens their power. Say a god’s name correctly and you earn its favor. Get it wrong, and you turn to ash on the spot. The irony is that over ninety percent of the gods’ true names were lost to the ashes of a thousand-year gap in history.
Jiang Chenzhou thinks Heaven must be playing a joke on him.
In his previous life, he was an archaeologist who spent thirty years crouched in the pits of Sanxingdui. He had personally handled oracle bones from Yinxu, jade cong from Liangzhu, and fragments of Chu silk manuscripts. The field notes everyone else dismissed as scrap paper were filled with his readings of oracle bone script and research into the origins of ancient gods.
Then he transmigrated into an age when the entire world had forgotten the gods’ names.
Even more absurdly, that battered notebook had come with him.
While everyone else stood clueless before the statues on the Altar of Destiny, he opened his notebook and took a look. “Hey, this is just like the artifact from Pit Eight at Sanxingdui, catalog number K2-87. It’s mentioned three times in the papers.”
Others tried to summon a god: “This humble junior respectfully invites... uh... Great Deity, whoever you are, to descend!” Then they turned to ash.
He called out: “Tomb M12 at the Fanshan site in Liangzhu. A composite jade cong decorated with beast masks, unearthed from a tomb dating to 3300 BCE. Your name is Nüwa.”
A pillar of purple-gold light shot into the sky. Saint rank.
A rank unseen in the Huaxia Empire for a hundred years.
Before Nüwa vanished, she said only one thing to him: “Child, you’re finally here.”
From that moment on, Jiang Chenzhou understood: in his previous life, he hadn’t been digging up graves. He had been unearthing the means to survive in this one.
The game at the Zixiao Palace was already underway. There was no taking back a move. And the battered notebook in his hands might be his only chance to turn the tables.
