All men love gods and buddhas—they adore their splendid robes, their resplendent halls of gold. With voices torn by longing, they smear their own blood upon the great sanctuaries, murmuring softly as they confess the depths of their greed. They forge altars from the blood of their own kin, and light up the grand halls with the bones of the living. The lavish spectacle, paved with gold and jade, bestows a radiant luster upon the temple. Look—see how the candles flicker before the altar, mirroring the desire in the eyes of the pilgrims. Listen—the altar calls out, warning you not to be consumed by greed….

The starry-eyed Xiaoqi, drawn by the allure of male hormones, ended up rescuing Lin Yichen, never expecting that in the process she would lose her signal device—and never realizing that she herself was the one Lin Yichen had been searching for all these years. All she wanted was to retrieve her signal device and return to her own planet; falling in love was the last thing on her mind. Yet, with the CEO’s breathtaking looks and those perfect abs, she couldn’t help but be smitten. …Lin Yichen let out a sigh. “Why are you always so much trouble?” His face was full of helplessness as he realized he had fallen for someone so lively and mischievous. Truly… this must be his blessing….

Alien: How does he always anticipate the direction of my attacks? Kong: What is this reckless beast rampaging across Skull Island? Godzilla: Why does he possess even more energy than I do? Monster Civilization: Are you the monster or am I the monster? Could you at least show me some respect! Super Soldier Headquarters: You call that thing a rookie?! System: What exactly is my user supposed to be??? Zhou Shu: It’s not that exaggerated, right? I’m just a human scientist with a body that’s a bit stronger than most!.

As technology reached its limits, humanity realized that to roam the vastness of the stars, spaceships and warships alone were not enough. What was truly needed were bodies of formidable strength, wills forged in adversity, and the ancient martial and immortal arts long buried in dusty tomes. After the Great Cataclysm, the way of the warrior flourished—one blade could shatter armor, one sword could chill the stars. Tang Fei, a young drifter emerging from the ruins, carried with him skillful hands, a handsome face, an inexplicable sense of duty, and a vow that would never be broken. Step by step, he climbed toward the summit of the cosmos. If the gods no longer bestow their mercy, then let us kindle the bonfire, shoulder our greatswords, and choose to become either lifeless bones or heroes of legend..

Every university harbors its own unspoken taboos. People must always look forward, for some things can never be undone. That is why one must survive, no matter what..