The Old Gods Must Be Punished

Disasters fall from the sky, gods and demons come together, until all things cease to grow. Blood flows into rivers, the sun is dark and colorless, and only the world is left in a primitive state Lin Xuanshuo stepped across the cracked river bed, smashed the mountains distorted by spiritual thoughts, and looked for a glimmer of life in the ruins: If the gods are dead, then it will be up to mortals to create a new way. But he discovered that the hot blood surging in his body actually came from the same source as those fallen gods... Is it to be the ember of the old gods, or to be the wildfire of the new world? When the last ray of divine light extinguished, Lin Xuanshuo carried the hope of mankind and slowly moved towards the gap where the world collapsed.