The world was rebuilt after its self-destruction. On the precipice, towering skyscrapers rose once more. Those called the Chosen are active behind the scenes of reality, walking in the shadows of history, wielding transcendent powers, and receiving worship and awe.

Some say they bear heaven's mandate, one in ten thousand. But Ji Jue has no interest in heaven's mandate. He only wishes that one day he can go see the scenery above heaven's mandate.

"..." The Recorder stopped writing here, looked at that auto mechanic with hands covered in grease: "So, this is your reason for disrupting the international order, trafficking forbidden weapons, funding subversive organizations, triggering a bipolar great war, and plotting to secretly rule the world?" "What does that have to do with me!"

Ji Jue rolled his eyes: "I'm just a damn car repairman!"