Three hundred years ago, the Moon-Eater Tide devoured the world, severing the continuity of human civilization.
The Chinese gods lost their faces. No one could recognize them anymore, and no one worshipped them. As a result, China was ravaged by Devourers.
Egypt drew the face of Horus, the Nile Kingdom drew golden pharaoh masks, and the Snow Kingdom drew totem masks to protect their lands.
When the people of China made masks and summoned gods, they had to borrow the scripts of other nations’ operas. The whole world mocked them for three hundred years.
At the crucial moment, Lu Li, a socially anxious boy, awakened the SSS-rank talent “Compendium of a Thousand Performances.” Three thousand years of Chinese Nuo masks, opera, temple fairs, and historical records were all collected within its pages.
Others borrowed gods. He painted them.
Wearing the mask of the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan, he cried, “The Human Emperor Xuanyuan shakes the Nine Provinces! How dare anyone who sees my face refuse to kneel?!”
Wearing the mask of the Great Emperor of Mount Tai, he cried, “Supreme over the Five Sacred Mountains, master of life and death, vanquisher of evil!”
The Candle Dragon mask! The Golden Crow mask!
With every mask he painted, another Chinese god awakened.
On the Ten-Thousand-Step Terrace, one cry of “How dare anyone who sees my face refuse to pay homage?” made the masks of countless kings crack all at once.
On the night the city was besieged, sunlight from the Golden Crow swallowed the stars from the sky.
For three hundred years, China had been without faces. Lu Li swore to find every Chinese god and paint every one of their faces, so the gods of China could once again ascend to the world stage!
From this day forward, a thousand faces of China shall ascend to godhood!
