After the Immortals disappeared
Heaven holds the Gods, Earth holds humanity, and the world is devoid of Immortals.
Three thousand years ago, the Divine Artifacts descended.
A cataclysm shook the heavens and the earth, spiritual energy waned, and the Immortals vanished.
A hundred and fifty years ago, the Divine Artifacts descended again.
The fertile Chipa Plateau and the invincible Ancient City of Coiling Dragons—both reduced to dust.
Another hundred years passed, and I... descended.
But the path to unraveling all the mysteries—and the key to surviving this chaotic world—starts with learning to live as a scoundrel;
It begins with mastering the art of hiding one’s edge and appearing humble;
It begins with embarking on an adventure;
It begins with overturning a preordained fate.
Most crucially, it begins with stepping into the dreams of the Gods.
DaoistIhVR80 · Fantasy
