Outer Gods Invade? A Cute Kid Secures the Nation’s Fate and Summons China’s Gods

[Chinese gods + adorable child + national fortune + apocalypse + invincible + wish-fulfillment + crushing foreign gods] The gods descend, and myriad races invade. Western gods wield faith as a blade to reap humanity. Olympus, the Norse gods, Amaterasu... Foreign divine armies are at the gates, and Blue Star civilization teeters on the brink of destruction. The whole world says China has it worst: without gods to protect them, they can only fight with their own flesh and blood. Only a handful know that China's gods have never left. They are waiting for one person. Lin Xuan is three and a half years old, an orphan of a fallen hero. He drinks Wangzai milk with his pinky raised, is afraid of injections, loves naps, and can't resist candied hawthorn. He is also China's highest-level secret: the “Blade That Guards the Nation.” Thirty-five Chinese gods dwell in his sea of consciousness, taking turns possessing him and joining the battle. Sun Wukong thinks nap time is too early. Nezha roasts sweet potatoes with the enemy's divine fire. The King of Hell checks the accounts all the way to the military district cafeteria. The Grand Supreme Elder Lord blows up seventeen microwaves. Pangu gets cut off every time he tries to give a speech... “I am Pan, ” The axe falls. The other side is gone. The Western gods' coalition sends a challenge: “Why would China send a three-year-old child to the battlefield?” Long Yuan props himself up with his cane, opens the ledger covered in red-ink notes, and replies with just four words: “None of your business.” When Apollo first sees Lin Xuan, he bursts out laughing. “This is what they sent?” Three seconds later, he's on his knees. His legs surrender before his brain does. From then on, “No gods allowed within China's borders” becomes common knowledge among the divine races of the universe. Meanwhile, the little boy with a pacifier in his mouth sits on Zhao Tiezhu's shoulders, points into the distance with a chubby hand, and says: “Those...”