A Novel’s World, with a Million Words of Unpublished Manuscript on Hand

I am an author, a novelist! I watch the mountains in the wind and walk by night. In the martial world, they call me the King of Wordsmiths!

This is a new world where people's lives are written down as novels. The word count and the emphasis on different aspects depend on each person's character, but an ordinary person's life is no more than 200,000 words, while those with legendary lives have over a million.

As for me, the protagonist known as the Master of the Void, the God of the Starry Heavens, the Source of All Evil for Bai Yunian, and the Undying Master of Souls, my name hardly matters.

And so, I was born in Year Zero, with a million words of unpublished work in my possession.

More than ten years passed, and I began to remember all of this and understand it.

A thousand five hundred years of memories are enough to teach me a great many things.

This is my current situation:

A thousand five hundred years ago, not long after I was born, I discovered this huge stone in a cave.

There was a line of text carved into it: The God of the Starry Heavens, the Undying Master of Souls.

This novel is the author's work of unrestrained imagination.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.