Gray fog pours out of a crack in the sky, swallowing the entire world.
Chen Yan has died once and transmigrated with memories of the three minutes before the apocalypse began. His only source of support is a stone in his sea of consciousness, carved with every god and Buddha under heaven. He can embody the gods and Buddhas of the heavens and gain power that reaches from the skies to the depths of the earth: Buddha lowers his eyes, the Vajra glares in fury, the Bodhisattva offers compassion, and the Wisdom King burns the world.
But the transformation cannot be reversed. The deeper he embodies them, the stronger his power becomes, and the blurrier the boundaries of his self grow. Once he crosses the limit, he will no longer be himself, but that god or Buddha’s avatar in the mortal world.
Trade “self” for “power,” trade “humanity” for “divinity”: this is a bargain.
When the first eye opens in the depths of the gray fog, and an ancient whisper comes from the other side of the rift, Chen Yan grips the copper pot in his hand, still smeared with the blood of monsters. With the lights of countless homes behind him, he walks step by step into the dense fog.
What he has to protect has never been just the stove.
“If the law of this apocalypse is devouring, then I’ll invite every god and Buddha under heaven to come test it.”
