Gods and monsters pervade the world, calamities fill the universe, and all living beings merely struggle to survive. Delving into the true meaning of cultivation, exploring the mysteries of the spiritual mind, is nothing more than kneeling and begging for life. Until Brian Cooper, shrouded in strangeness, descends upon this world.
Brian Cooper: "Let me ask you, can this allow me to live standing up, comfortably?"
He extends his left arm, upon which countless bizarre patterns are engraved, blood energy swirling around it like a vortex. Perched on his shoulder is a black shadow with a golden horn on its head, its true form obscured, only endless wailing of sinister spirits beneath its claws.
The myriad gods remain unmoved: "Hide in the gutter, and you may live."
"What about this, and this?"
Brian Cooper's right arm stirs slightly, black smoke carrying disaster and ominous aura billows out like a river, within which pairs of golden-brown cat eyes suddenly open.
The gods remain calm: "To live well, you must first kneel well."
A divine light shines in Brian Cooper's eyes, countless auras crisscrossing behind him like great rivers, as one godly specter after another climbs from the vast aura, gathering into a mountain, lifting Brian Cooper to its peak.
He smiles at the gods above: "What if I add all of these together?"
"May I ask, who are you, exalted one?"
Heaven and earth collapse, the gods tremble.
"I'm just a passerby."