Xia Qi

Dayu died, and the nine tripods collapsed. The witchcraft is in decline, thousands of tribes are surrounding it, and immortals and gods are fishing for the human world. Xia Qi inherited his late father's ambition, but no longer took the path of worshiping gods and heaven. He will use blood as fire, mountains and rivers as cauldron, smelt all kinds of magic, and recast the backbone of the human race! On the platform, he pointed his sword at the witches: "The ancestors have died. From today on, my rules are the rules of the human race!" The Kunlun immortal cultivator despised the mortal world, and issued a decree: "The gods in the sky must kneel down when they enter my territory!" This is a bloody imperial road. The heavenly court was furious, the Purple Sky Divine Thunder came to the world, Xia Qi raised his sword to the sky, and declared: "The path forward for the human race is not determined by God—it is determined by me, Xia Qi!"