A gray stone, the testament of eight generations of emperors. One touch, and an ordinary boy inherits the power of the Zhen trigram.
After Xin of the Yellow Emperor's line, there were no more emperors. Humanity knelt for ten thousand years, forgetting that it had once stood tall.
The demons awaken, the spirits divide, the Free Church secretly colludes with foreign enemies, and golden fissures split the sky
The “gods” declare: You were never meant to exist.
Kanyaochen was an orphan who nearly dropped out three years ago. Now, a golden mark has appeared on the back of his hand, and it's growing.
He hears ancient war drums pounding inside his bones and sees the Zhen trigram's broken yang line appear in his right eye.
Every burst of lightning awakens a piece of buried history.
The First Emperor left him a message in stone: “You've come. I've been waiting for you a long time.”
His task isn't to become stronger, but to make “humanity” worthy of the word “human.”
Nine changes of the lines, and heaven and earth turn upside down.
The path to awakening for the ninth Human Emperor begins with an unremarkable stone
“I'm no Son of Heaven. I'm human. So are you.”
As the bell that buries the world tolls once more, and the myriad races watch coldly from beyond the latitude realm,
a species deemed “uncontrollable,” an experimental failure cast into exile,
decides to die standing rather than live on its knees.
