A hundred years ago, a mist descended and the gods of other realms awakened. Only the gods of the East vanished without a trace.
The Great Xia became a land forsaken by the gods, forced to rely on ordinary people building an iron wall with their own flesh and blood.
A hundred years later, the nine great Western pantheons joined forces to apply pressure, and an army of tens of millions of gods advanced to the gates.
The territory of the Great Xia lay in ruins, its battle banners soaked in blood. The last goddess of war was gravely wounded and on the brink of despair.
In her utter desperation, she dragged her battered body to the abyss in Kunlun's forbidden grounds and knelt for a long time.
She cast off the glory of her rank as a general and kowtowed, weeping blood. “The Great Xia is about to fall. I beg our ancestors to awaken!”
At that moment, the abyss shattered, and purple clouds stretched thirty thousand miles eastward.
After a thousand years of slumber, Qi Yuan slowly opened his eyes. With a single point of his finger, the nine Western supreme gods were instantly reduced to dust!
When he emerged from the forbidden grounds, the Western gods discovered in terror that this man, who treated angels as barbecue and walked the God of Thunder like a dog, was none other than the supreme Dao Ancestor who had once taught the countless gods and immortals of the East!
Qi Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, gazing down at the heavens. “I hear you think the Great Xia has no gods?”
