As a Censor, I Have the World at My Back

[Growth type, partial to a group portrait, not invincible, no system, no heroine, set as a professional censor. In ancient times, modern times, and modern times, from the old era to the new era, the situation of human beings has become more and more dangerous, with strange things, erosion, worlds, and crises coming one after another... That day, Yingci saw in the long river of time, There was a scholar whose every word was like a flower, suppressing billions of weird things under the golden light. There was an old man riding an ox. With a whip, all the gods disappeared. There was a man wearing a crown, raising his sword and shouting, "The human race will never be destroyed!" I even saw a monkey turn over and become ten thousand feet tall, and a three-eyed man holding a painted halberd suppressed the Tiantianmen... The power of history is endless. How can a world that has been broken apart save itself? Who invaded the main world through the fault world? Did history create the censors, or did the censors create history?