I was once an Immortal Venerable who shattered star seas, and a data ghost wandering through cybernetic matrices. I witnessed the First Emperor forge an eternal empire, and rekindled the flame of civilization in nuclear wastelands. After ten thousand years of reincarnation, I awoke in this life as a clone stripped of its memories, designation K-07.
When the apocalyptic black tide devours the starry river and mechanical gods sit enthroned in the clouds, I open my eyes in a neon abyss. Ancient Daoist arts are merging with neural implants, an antimatter engine slumbers deep beneath the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor, and this infinite trial spanning countless planes turns out to be the ultimate battlefield designed for awakened adults.
“It’s time to end this game.” I gaze at the age-verification device glowing on my wrist, marked [18+], as quantum Dao patterns flow through my eyes. This time, I won’t just tear apart the false heavens. I’ll reclaim the altered memories of every reincarnator, too. We are all adult warriors who signed informed-consent agreements, and this journey through time and space will end with mortals rebuilding a forbidden realm of the gods.
