Era of Heroic Spirits: I Was Exposed by Alaya

Mortals standing against the gods!

Facing the lofty deities, Nameless and Ying Zheng, along with all the soldiers of Great Qin, seemed like moths drawn to a flame—fragile and doomed.

But now, with a single sword strike, he forced the exalted gods and immortals to pale in terror!

A single sword strike, restoring clear skies to the mortal world!

The suffocating tension shattered with this strike, and countless viewers erupted in cheers—

-[Damn, this got my blood boiling! Nameless is OP! Qin Shi Huang is OP! Long live Great Qin!]

-[Look at the altar—Nameless prepared a grave from the start, clearly signaling a fight to the death!]

-[So freaking cool! Hundreds of thousands of black-armored Qin soldiers chanting "Great Wind" in unison—it reminds me of our military parades!]

-[Sigh... This is the culmination of generations of effort by ancestors like Fuxi, Shennong, the Yellow Emperor, and Yu the Great, finally allowing humanity to truly oppose the gods!]

-[Born free—who dares to stand above us? Drag those lofty gods and immortals down from their thrones!]

...

In the video.

The sword strike shattered the thunder and storms formed by divine authority, forcing the shadowy figures of the gods and immortals to reveal their true forms.

These beings, shrouded in dark and malevolent auras, were no longer pure gods or immortals!

The moment they truly appeared, maddening whispers radiated from their bodies, spreading unchecked.

Fortunately, the hundreds of thousands of Qin soldiers, shielded by their powerful battle formations, did not collapse on the spot.

Watching this, Gilgamesh set down his chopsticks and gazed at the screen with interest. "These gods and immortals... seem to have been invaded by some mysterious foreign force as well."

The people of China revered human triumph over fate, never bowing to gods or immortals.

Unlike the West, which worshipped lofty celestial deities, the people of China revered their ancestors as gods.

Their myths were filled with ancestral deities—Fuxi, Shennong, the Yellow Emperor, and others—all gods who existed purely for humanity.

Thus, they did not hesitate to sacrifice themselves to fight against the corrupted primordial gods.

In contrast, the Sumerian gods sought only to destroy humanity and prolong their own wretched existence!

"Indeed, those outsiders didn't just descend upon Sumer," Nameless nodded.

Unfathomably powerful beings had shattered the Age of Gods across the world, causing divine eras to rapidly fade.

China was unique—thanks to the defenses built by generations of ancestral deities, it was never truly destroyed.

Yet after the War of the Gods, the surviving gods and immortals became infected, descending into madness.

They longed to return to the mortal world and annihilate humanity.

Nameless and Qin Shi Huang were determined to sever the connection between gods and men at any cost—

To ensure humanity's eternal peace!

The video continued to play.

The lofty immortals and deities roared in fury, "Insignificant mortals like ants, you shall be annihilated by us, and the world shall be remade!"

Mere mortals daring to draw swords against the gods—this was utterly intolerable to them.

The deities descended into madness.

Endless shadows coiled around them, transforming into grotesque and terrifying tentacles.

The mere sight of it was enough to chill one's soul.

They had gone mad!

Long ago, they had been corrupted by terrifying invaders from beyond Earth, reduced to this frenzied state.

All they desired now was unrestrained dominion, to force humanity to bow beneath the feet of the gods.

In their eyes, humans were nothing more than lambs to be harvested at will.

Yet.

Facing their threats, Nameless showed not a trace of fear.

"Gods and immortals, the times have changed! Your era has long since ended—now is the age of humanity!"

Nameless rebuked the celestial gods with a thunderous voice.

Then.

He straightened his robes, solemnly clasped his hands, and pleaded, "I beseech you, ancestors who have fought for your people since ancient times—grant me the power to sever the bond between the mortal realm and the heavens once and for all!"

A mysterious and unfathomable power surged forth.

The Nine Cauldrons whirled violently around him, like nine planets orbiting the sun.

One after another, figures seemed to traverse the river of time.

Hum!

Countless images flashed wildly.

A man gazed up at the stars, then down at the earth, using turtle shells to divine the Eight Trigrams, marking the seasons and years for humanity.

He wove nets into ropes, teaching people how to hunt.

His name was Fuxi—he ensured humans no longer needed the gods' pity, teaching them to hunt for themselves.

...

Hum~

A man plucked a blade of grass, tasting it, enduring endless agony to record its medicinal properties, preserving and passing down herbs that could heal and cure.

He also discovered edible grains for humanity.

His name was Shennong—he ensured humans no longer relied on divine charity, teaching them to cultivate their own food.

Buzz~

A man lowered his head, observing the traces of birds, beasts, and insects, carving strange symbols into the earth.

When success was finally achieved, the heavens suddenly echoed with the weeping of ghosts and gods.

His name was Cang Jie—creator of characters, whose deeds moved the spirits to tears, enabling humanity to craft its own script without reliance on the divine!

...

Images flashed wildly.

There was the mighty Yellow Emperor, who defeated the terrifying barbarian Chi You, unified the Central Plains, and left behind an illustrious legacy.

There was Zhuan Xu, who raised his sword to the heavens, seeking to sever the connection between earth and sky.

There was Yu the Great, standing before the floods, slaying rampaging demons, and leading the people to tame the waters.

Countless images shimmered with brilliance.

Each was a figure who had left an indelible mark in the annals of ancient China's history.

At this moment.

Nameless was not alone—he was not alone.

Upon his body, upon the Heaven-Questioning Sword, gathered the spirits of ancestors who had once dared to challenge the heavens.

A pantheon of ancestral deities worshipped with genuine reverence by the people!

Nameless shouted, "Do you see? These are the ancestral deities we, the people of China, should revere! You lot are nothing but parasites who stole the authority of heaven and earth!"

His momentum surged to its peak.

Even the countless viewers were swept up in the fervor—

-[Well said, Nameless! This is why I can't stand religions that peddle promises of heaven and hell—utter nonsense!]

-[When the heavens cracked, we forged stones to mend them! When floods came, we dug channels to divert them. Between the heavens and earth split by an axe, there are none who kneel willingly!]

-[Heh, China's people have always had this unyielding spirit—defying both heaven and earth. Worshiping ancestors as gods? Fine. But why should we bow to these so-called immortals who've done nothing for us?]

-[Left eye twitches—good luck today. Right eye twitches? Screw that superstitious nonsense!]

...

In the conference hall.

Every citizen of China swelled with pride.

This was the fundamental difference between China and the Western nations.

Zhuge Liang gently fanned himself with his feathered fan, a smile gracing his lips.

Aside from exposing Qin Shi Huang's dark past, Alaya had done splendidly in this regard.

From every angle, it had showcased China, completely dismantling the slander spread by the U.S.

Shennong tasting hundreds of herbs, Cang Jie inventing writing, Yu the Great taming the floods—all these familiar myths were vividly portrayed in this video.

"Is this… the people of China?" Mordred stared blankly at the screen.

Only now did she understand why Nameless had always taught her to believe in herself, to defy fate.

So this was the mindset of China's people.

Even deities who wielded the authority of heaven and earth were unworthy of worship—only the ancestors who brought hope and a future deserved reverence!

So, Nameless… where are you now?

All Mordred wanted was to find him, to continue the lessons he had left unfinished.

It wasn't just because she missed him—really!

Under her conflicted gaze.

On the screen.

The celestial deities of the heavens descended into fury: "Mortal from the future, you are indeed a heretic—you must be purged!"

Yes, they understood now—this was an anomaly from the future, a being who had come to protect humanity.

As long as he existed, humanity would have a future.

To fully suppress human rebellion and ensure eternal submission to the gods, he had to be erased!

Nameless raised the Heaven-Questioning Sword, challenging the deities above: "I ask you, gods of the heavens—dare you descend to this mortal realm?"

"As you wish, insect!"

The gods and immortals went completely berserk, hurling thick bolts of lightning wildly at Nameless.

Hum~

The Nine Cauldrons spun violently.

These were the ultimate defensive treasures forged by the Great Ancestor God Yu, using the foundation of the Nine Provinces.

Now, wielded to their limits by Nameless, even the gods found them nearly impossible to breach.

Boom~

Illusions of towering mountains appeared—none other than the supreme divine weapon:

[The Heaven-Overturning Seal]

With a single strike, heaven and earth were overturned.

It was equivalent to smashing an entire mountain down.

Far more terrifying than when the illusion of Mount Tai had descended earlier.

"If you wish to crush people with mountains, then I shall cleave those mountains to save them!"

Nameless swung the Heaven-Questioning Sword.

A dazzling radiance erupted as hundreds of thousands of Qin soldiers roared in unison—

"Great Wind!"

"Great Wind!"

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