Mu Qian

His name is Mu Qian, and the "Qian" in his name means "humble and modest like a gentleman."

This single word "humility" reveals the high expectations his parents had for him.

May he be kind, honest, and courteous; may he be humble and upright; may he live out his life peacefully, like the virtuous gentlemen in the books.

However, things are unpredictable.

In the era in which Mu Qian was born, the world was not peaceful; bandits roamed freely, and human life was as cheap as grass.

When he was seven years old, a gang of bandits broke into his home.

After looting all the valuables in the house, they still wouldn't let them go, and slaughtered the entire family.

That night, flames soared into the sky.

Mu Qian was shoved into a very narrow, secret room in the corner by his parents, biting his sleeve as he listened to the bloody commotion outside.

When he crawled out, his home was in ruins.

He stood amidst the charred corpses, unable to shed a tear. From that day on, he understood a truth:

Humility cannot save lives, and gentleness cannot stop a knife.

If he wanted revenge, he had to climb higher and higher. He had to climb until no one could hold a knife to his throat anymore, until anyone who saw him would be filled with fear, until...

At the age of eighteen, Mu Qian did it.

He rose to a position second only to the emperor, above all others.

He found the bandits from back then and took his revenge himself.

Unfortunately, misfortune seemed to always have a way of clinging to him. A few days later, his country was affected by the war between gods.

Vanished overnight.

The city walls collapsed, the royal palace turned to dust, and as far as the eye could see, there was devastation.

In that disaster, Mu Qian "luckily" survived once again.

Fate seemed to be playing tricks on him, always leaving him with a breath of life even in the face of annihilation. He knelt on the scorched earth, looking at the divine light that had not yet dissipated in the sky.

At that moment, he finally understood:

So Gods really do exist. And all so-called power is nothing but an ant before that power.

At that moment, an idea sprouted in Mu Qian's mind:

If he becomes a god, or finds a god, is it possible to resurrect his deceased family members?

So, at the age of eighteen, Mu Qian began his search for the gods.

This search lasted for sixty years.

From his prime to his old age, he traversed countless wastelands and ancient kingdoms, and prostrated himself before temples in prayer time and again.

In those years, he endured cold stares and ridicule, and some people advised him to stop, saying that Gods do not save mortals.

But Mu Qian didn't believe it.

Even if he's left with nothing but frail bones, he will keep going.

Even at the age of eighty, he remained steadfast in his convictions.

He is still searching; he must find God!

He was willing to gamble his life on the possibility of bringing his family back to life!

He won't stop as long as he's alive.

Even if there is no road ahead, he will use his own hands to carve out a path to survival, one by one.

It was this obsession that drew Mu Qian's attention to the Godslayer.

The Godslayer admired him, bestowed upon him Divine Blood, and enabled Mu Qian to become Demigod.

However, the first thing he did after becoming Demigod was to ask the Godslayer to resurrect his family.

The Godslayer couldn't do it, but he told the other party who could.

Decades have passed, and the souls and bodies of Mu Qian's parents have long since vanished. Only the God of Time can bring them back to the world of the living.

The River of Time flows eternally, and the God of Time can retrieve his family from River of Time a flick of his finger.

Unfortunately, Mu Qian was only a Demigod.

Although he holds the title of "god," Gods. He cannot even enter the temple of the God of Time, nor does he even have the right to kneel outside the temple.

The hope that had been so hard to find was like a light on the sea at midnight—it shone briefly, then went out.

Fortunately, Demigods have long enough lifespans.

He still has time, energy, and the ability to continue thinking of solutions.

Since he couldn't reach the true Gods, he decided to target the Demigods around them.

Given his position under the Godslayer, he was ultimately at a higher level within the Demigod circle. In addition, he was extremely adept at interpersonal relationships, speaking to people in a way that suited them perfectly, and quickly became very successful in the community.

All sorts of news flowed into Mu Qian's mind like rivers flowing into the sea.

He gradually discovered that those high and Gods were not actually omnipotent.

They too have emotions and desires, and they too experience hatred and favoritism.

But those gods never bow their heads, much less see a Demigod.

He remained in the dust, gazing up at the shadow in the clouds.

He also dreamed of becoming a god.

Divine Core is required to become a god.

The Divine Core only reappears in the world when Gods has fallen.

Among all the beings in the Divine Realm, perhaps only the infamous Asura God could accomplish this so easily.

But the other party had already disappeared long ago.

Even if he were still alive, what way could he possibly get the Asura God, a tyrant among Evil Gods, to help him?

Therefore, he needs a god who can see him.

The Divine Realm is vast, and the personalities of the Gods vary greatly.

Mu Qian searched for a very long time and finally narrowed his search down to a few people:

Spring God, God of Wine, Life Goddess, Sea God.

Among these people, some are kind and gentle, some are easygoing, some are compassionate, and some...

Initially, he favored God of Wine.

This god seemed somewhat different from the God of Time. Unfortunately, this one was either gathering with his friends or on his way to do so.

I'll never encounter one!

Mu Qian, who had been trying to stalk the other party for 999 years, said he was qualified to speak on the matter!

However, his pursuit over those 999 years wasn't in vain.

Mu Qian unexpectedly discovered something.

The gentle and considerate Sea God he had heard about from many Demigods seemed to be the problem. He couldn't provide any concrete evidence, but it was too much of a coincidence, far too much of a coincidence.

Moreover, this Sea God was doing exactly the same thing. The only difference was that he was doing it in the realm of Demigods, while the other was doing it in the realm of gods.

This Sea God... something's very wrong.

He began to pay special attention to information about the Sea God, but unexpectedly, he discovered something else.

A Demigod, completely unrelated to the Sea God, got drunk and claimed to know the Sea God. The other Demigods just listened and treated it as a joke.

After all, the other party wasn't Demigod under the command of the Sea God.

But he was certain.

He began to contact the other party, and after getting him drunk on one occasion, he managed to extract a secret from him.

And so, this scene unfolded today.