The Divine Emperor of Ten Thousand Paths

A speck of dust can fill the sea, and a stalk of straw can level a mountain.

This is an age of primordial wilderness, where demon gods, devils, and heavenly gods roam unchecked, and monsters, fiends, and demons run rampant.

Countless races coexist, and strength is everything. Humanity is weak, reduced to food for the gods and demons.

Li Qian stood outside the shrine of the gods, gazing at the many statues of heavenly gods. A blazing fire rose in his heart. "When I grow strong, I will tread a blood-soaked path through the thorns with the blood of the gods, and shatter heaven and earth."