Weird Cultivation of Immortality: I Became a God with Rules and Powers

(It's not invincible, it's not brainless, it's not a harem, it's a pseudo-system, if you don't have a strong Taoist heart, enter with caution) Shhh… When you see this sentence, please don't make a sound. The minions of this world are coveting your throat and mine, the memory-eating demons lurk in the past, and the name-eating monsters are just waiting for you to speak your true name. The raindrops flowing upstream, the creatures without flesh and blood, the ubiquitous gaze, their existence is a blasphemy to the world. Therefore, from now on, put on the skin of a monk, give up your useless tongue, play the role of a loyal seeker, and sing about the inevitable death of the world. When you reach the place of death, you will be the disaster of "them". By the way, there is no hard work in the next week, a comprehensive week, no work for nothing, just a knight among the immortals as the name suggests, neither loving nor hating others, and having his own pastime. (Appears in Chapter 57, the protagonist's most commonly used pseudonym) Serious introduction: Yan An, the last fire in the supernatural world, was reincarnated into the world of immortality after the great wave. He has excellent understanding, has an inheritance, and holds the script of destiny, but he is harmed by evil people and all his golden elixirs are eaten away. Without memory, I abandon my old name Without darkness, throw away the torch Without sobriety, I believe in pain Without a throat, remain silent rain of silence The Demon of Food Memory The mystery of swallowing one's name bone-crushing hunger Suffering becomes a miracle, and misery is common to all. The disappeared sect eyes behind Yangon in the abyss The mirror said: You are us.