Ancient Mysticism had always been one of the most obscure fields of study globally, until that year when humanity discovered the ancient corpses of the Old World gods buried on the Moon. The year when one ancient skeleton after another fell to Earth, so-called science became a joke. Worshippers extolled the names of their gods, burning those who did not revere the divine to ashes, as governments crumbled and those who possessed the godly remains looked down upon everything. In this time of chaos, with cultists rampant, Chen Xiang stood amidst the ruins of order, feeling a chill in his heart: “Fortunately, I was the first to fall.”
