Historical

Something unknown has gone wrong in the great river of history. It has sunk into the reflection of the present world.    Ancient Celestial Venerables revive from the bygone days, pursuing the secrets of the forbidden.
    Great divine powers use the ages as a chessboard and all living beings as their pieces, laying out a game that spans eternity.
    The familiar ancient legends, folklore monsters, and once-revered heroes and sovereigns have become twisted through historical corruption— Transformed into eerie abominations, sinking into the abyss of the olden times.
    A once-wise and valiant emperor now coils above his empire as a monstrous dragon, his vast, aging body thirsting for the fruit of immortality, his dripping saliva giving birth to demons that devour the common people.
    Heroes who died on the battlefield rise again under candlelight from mounds of corpses, founding the Corpse-Dissolution Court.
    On the banks of the Redwater River, the ancient Bianpo gazes at the moon and sighs. The Horse-Faced Silkworm Maiden, Stellar Taisui, Old Celestial Court, Silver Dynasty…
    Across the myriad plague-realms, all battle to cross to the far shore of the present world. Only the History Walkers can go against the current of time, cutting out the infected lesions, extracting historical skills and historical relics from the river of history— Or even seize the legacy of the greatest ancient heroes and engrave their own name into legend.
    Jiang Yan, who had just quit his job and returned home, accidentally stumbled into a Rice God of Wealth ritual, where he heard the weeping of the river of history— and awakened his historical talent:
    The Embryo of the Dark Mother Goddess, capable of birthing ten thousand offspring, turning all historical corruption into nourishment, to breed pets, skills, memories, rules… all his “children” under his control.
    To breed the Phoenix of Corpse-Dissolution from the Corpse-Dissolution Court, To breed the God of Taiping from the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom…
    Gazing at the diseased river of history, Jiang Yan murmured: “If I could turn all of history into nourishment… perhaps I could truly give birth to a— Forbidden Immortal God!”