As a senior commander of the Eastern Theater of the human faction, Lin Long had been ordered to lead a massive force of reinforcements west when the Western Theater stood on the brink of collapse. But never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that most of the Western Theater's senior generals had already colluded with the gods. What awaited him was an enormous trap.
Lin Long had fought bloody battles too. Relying on his formidable strength, he slew countless gods and traitors. More than once, he had charged all the way before the Ashir Divine Clan's commander at the time, the Light Divine Pantheon's divine lord, the "Sunset Sovereign." His weapon had come within a hair's breadth of piercing the Sunset Sovereign's heart.
But endless divine dragons and endless human rebel forces from the Western Theater surged forward without cease. Lin Long was forced back step by step. The warriors at his side fell one after another, while members of the Lin Family dwindled at a terrifying rate. In the end, Lin Long was driven into a desperate corner, with his ammunition spent and supplies exhausted. When the Sunset Sovereign pressed the Sunset Scepter against Lin Long's Adam's apple and gathered power to kill him, Lin Long chose to submit.
The East had its heroic tradition of preferring death to surrender, of sacrificing oneself for righteousness. But it also had the "philosophy of life" that a miserable life was still better than a good death. Lin Long chose to submit—no, no, in Lin Long's own understanding, he had chosen "cooperation." He had chosen to "cooperate" with the Ashir Divine Clan. He believed that, through his power and his "influence," he could build a brand-new world where the Ashir Divine Clan, the various divine clans, and humanity coexisted in friendship