Cultivation is a relic of the past.
In an era ruled by machines, genetic enhancements, and virtual gods, the ancient art of refining one’s soul and body has long been dismissed as superstition. The last sects have fallen, the sacred mountains have turned to dust, and humanity has moved on.

All except Duncan, an eager man who still meditates under the fading moonlight, circulating qi in a world that no longer believes in it. To everyone else, he’s a fool chasing a forgotten dream.

Until the Supremacy Games begin.

Every millennium, the gods choose a mortal race to face them in divine combat. Victory earns ascension, defeat means annihilation of that race. This time, Earth has been chosen—an Earth that has long abandoned its own mystic roots. Against gods who wield stars as weapons, what hope do mortals have?

When the world trembles and humanity realizes that technology cannot pierce divine flesh, eyes turn to the few who still walk the old path. The cultivators.

Now, Duncan must rise in an age where gods play games with worlds…

Then, why bother cultivating?

Perhaps because it’s the only thing that can save us.

The story premise is pretty simple, humans have reached a tier of advanced civilization, that things like cultivation and mystic are seen as nothing more than religious superstition. You want to be immortal? Just meet your doctor for genetic enhancement, than trying to gather qi for thousands of years.


So what happens next? It's simple, as always the humans fucked up and should have been cultivating all this while, because actually immortals and gods do exist and they have chosen them to compete in the supremacy games.


Supremacy Games? Imagine tournament of power but like Record of Ragnarok.


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