The Descent of the Supreme Deity
Transported to a parallel world—one devoid of fantasy or cultivation novels—Wang Fan initially believed he could thrive here simply by borrowing from the literature of his previous life. But to his as
In a rented house on the outskirts of Z City, Hua Country, lived a man both ordinary and extraordinary. He was ordinary because his appearance was utterly unremarkable; he was extraordinary because he was a transmigrator, one who had crossed from Earth to a parallel world.
He had been in this world for three days, and during that time, he had learned that it was devoid of fantasy, xianxia, or any such novels of the supernatural. Over these three days, he had formed a rough plan: he would become a plagiarist author, rewriting tales like “Battle Through the Heavens,” “Shrouding the Heavens,” and “Perfect World.” By introducing these stories to this world, Wang Fan was certain he could rise to the pinnacle of online literature and live a life of comfort, never worrying about food or drink again. Traveling the world, indulging in all kinds of pleasures—none of it would be a dream.
Morning Thai massages, evenings in Macau casinos—such days might truly be within reach.
And so, on this day, Wang Fan sat before his computer, downloaded a writing software, and prepared to transcribe parts of “Battle Through the Heavens.” Yet just as he was about to begin, a voice thundered in his mind—and in the minds of every human on Earth.
The voice was majestic, ineffably supreme, as if it were the will of heaven itself, or some mysterious existence drifting along the endless river of time, or perhaps a voice from the transcendent order beyond the world.
“The Golden Era begins! The legacies of fantasy, xianxia, and all the wondrous inheritances descend! Transcend