Apocalypse: Yesterday's Myth

The Chosen ones dismembered the Old Gods, calling the remains “Vessels,” and wore them on their bodies. In this Age of Dharma Decline, they called themselves... New Gods. And my name is Zhaoshan. My predecessor failed to fuse with a Vessel in the Chosen Ones’ civil service examination. Faced with crushing debt, he chose death. I transmigrated into his body, spent five years paying off his debts, and taught myself an obscure profession. I inscribed the [Contract of Appraisal] in my right eye and became a Vessel appraiser at the Jixia Academy. I planned to earn enough merit at Jixia to secure a second chance to fuse with a Vessel, escape the ranks of the lowly, and become one of the Chosen... But while assisting with one mission after another, I began to perceive the laws of the Old Gods. It was a path that ran counter to everything the Chosen stood for! A tragic path, yet one filled with immense power! The Wayfarers of Old ...When I set foot on this path, every New God wanted to tear me apart and devour me. Between life and death, I sat calmly at the table, raising my cup to invite them to the feast... “Who is whose vessel?”