High Martial: The World Forgot Its Myths, but I Remember

At the awakening ceremony. The school’s most useless F-rank talent called out a name. Countless people laughed. Countless people forgot. Only he remembered. “Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong.” The testing pillar shattered in two on the spot. The myths of the entire world had been erased. The statues had no faces, the ancient books had no words, and legends were reduced to fragments. No one knew who the monkey with the staff was, who the child riding wheels of fire was, or who the general with a third eye and a black hound was. But he hadn’t forgotten. Sun Wukong, Nezha, Yang Jian, Hou Yi... One by one, he called back into the world the names it had erased. Until, deep in a forbidden land of myth, he discovered a bloodstained stone tablet. It bore a single line: It was not the people who forgot the gods. The gods erased themselves with their own hands.