Xuanhuan: The Day the Great Dao Began Again, I Was Diagnosed with Cancer

Zhong Shenxiu sat at the summit of a towering mountain, leisurely drinking wine as he looked down at the gods and demons below.

"The so-called myriad races are all much the same," he said with a chuckle.

He rose, joined his fingers like a sword, and wrote on the stone stele at the peak:

I came from the mortal world to brave life and death.

The tales of immortals and demons are dull beyond belief.

Alone atop the summit, I ask: will anyone dare challenge me now that I have come down from the mountain?

The gods of the nine heavens are nowhere to be seen. All beneath my gaze is dust.

The young man who once wanted nothing more than to live a quiet life never imagined that one day he would ascend to the pinnacle and look down on all the races beneath the heavens.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.