After unexpectedly obtaining a divine artifact, Bai Ye discovers that the undying immortals and gods from novels, fleets roaming the boundless void, countless worlds and countless civilizations are not as far beyond his reach as he thought.
What? Not enough energy?
He has to play the part of the Chief God under his secret identity first? Get those countless carbon-based monkeys to contribute a little spiritual energy?
This is a feel-good story, with no misery inflicted on the protagonist.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
Floating by, lighting wax, burning paper, adding incense, but no movement; pouring wine, paying tribute, setting off cannons, smashing monuments, but no response; digging graves, exhuming graves, opening coffins, whipping corpses, no temper; setting up cases, drawing talismans, performing martial arts, thundering, no corpses; setting fires, burning corpses, crushing bones, raising ashes, and try again; bells, wooden swords, villains, chanting incantations, and summoning souls again; tears, crying, wailing, beating the ground, the author is dead... The poor man has no way to recover.
You** should continue writing, but this is not the case.
I wonder if the author has forgotten this account?
Pretty boys, are you still reading? I came to visit the grave again. I think I was so shocked when I first saw him. Now is **that time.