The day the fog fell, the world was shattered.
The gods of Great Xia built the Great Wall of Miracles at the cost of their lives, enclosing human civilization as the last line of defense. The Night Watchmen resisted the mystery with their flesh and blood, fighting to the death.
Everyone thinks that human beings are the weakest existence in this doomsday world.
No one knows that in the deepest part of the mist, the Nine Heavenly Tower already stands.
Thirty-six heavens, seventy-two hells, billions of heavenly soldiers and generals, endless ancient beasts - a supreme divine court that far surpasses all mythological systems, is overlooking the world in silence.
Its owner is the true spirit of Pangu who created the world.
Pangu branched out into a ray of incarnation and infiltrated Team 136 in Cangnan City, Daxia.
He bickered with Hongying every day, taught Jialan how to braid his hair, was dragged into having a meal by Baili Pangpang, and pretended to be cute and timid in front of Lin Qiye. He was recognized by the whole team as "the most useless bastard".
But whenever night falls and crisis approaches, the sky cracks and the shadow of Nantian Gate suddenly appears.
A finger dropped from the sky, and in the blink of an eye, the arrogant god turned into powder.
When Lin Qiye tried his best to protect the world, it had already been firmly covered by the entire heaven by a bastard who fished every day;
When the most powerful night watchman in Great Xia looked up at the Ancient Court of Gods with awe, the Lord of the Court of Gods was squatting at a roadside stall, peeling crayfish for the goddess of night in his arms.
"Who am I?"
"I'm just an ordinary night watchman."
He said with a smile.
Behind him, the sound of Sanskrit is thousands of miles away, and the power of heaven is as powerful as prison.
