A Conspiracy That Began in a Village

The day my father disappeared, my name was on the wanted poster. He left behind only a letter and a brocade box. The Cang God in my sea of consciousness said: “Survive.” The Old God in the box said: “Kill your way forward.” One kills for me. The other keeps me alive. A hundred years ago, the Divine Realm and Hell crashed into this continent. The Divine Realm exiled criminals, while Hell devoured the human world. My father was the only survivor of that war. But “they” have returned, bearing news of victory. “They” want Xie Jingxing dead. Then I’ll damn well stay alive and keep going, step by step, breaking the seals on the gods and punching my way through this conspiracy.