A Strange Resurgence, Watching the Evil God, I Chose to Cultivate Immortality

Cthulhu has nothing to be afraid of. It just doesn't play high-end games and only runs low-end fish frying. It pollutes the weak from the ground up (just like the moldy genetically modified food in the past, the spiritual pollution of remote farming in the past, the nuclear sewage discharged by the universe country in the early days, and the corruption from local education and media, etc.) The legendary investigators can be played by mortals. How can a cultivator be beaten to death?

The stage of unpredictable destiny!

Good book, I like it very much