Measuring the Heavens with an Ink Ruler

Everyone knows that the gods receive incense offerings and grant blessings in return. No one knows that it is actually a thousand-year-long tax collection scheme. In a war-torn port city on the shores of the Great Sea, a dud shell slipped through three layers of interception and landed in a passageway, splitting Han Mo’s life in two. From the sunken city of Cong Honghai to the scattered pages of spirit realms across the five continents, from the reckoning passage of the Six Paths of Reincarnation to the wheel where the Tree of Life was broken. Han Mo is collecting, one by one, the debts the gods owe the mortal world. If a fight isn’t worth having, he won’t give an inch. If it is, he won’t leave an inch standing.