Why Did All the Corpses I Stitched Up Become Anomalous Objects?

In 2035, ancient calamities awoke.

"Can human nature overcome divinity?"

They were not natural disasters, but ten destroyers of worlds.

Floods, plagues, war, the collapse of space and time...

Human civilization was nothing but their plaything.

My name is Chen Du, and I am an embalmer at a funeral home in Jiangcheng.

My job: stitching up corpses.

Until the day I was handed a "dragon corpse"...

Zhulong's reverse scales, a Guizang ice coffin, needles and thread from the Mystic Sect...

The mass loss of control at the containment facility, Zhulong Abyss, Yunmeng Marsh...

"I've always been watching you. I've always been here, watching you."

Beneath the hood was a familiar face, yet at that moment it seemed so strange.

The log my mother left behind. The calls from the surveillance footage.

The needle in my hand could mend more than just corpses...

It could also repair this world on the verge of collapse.

"The calamities want to destroy the world? Sorry, they'll have to get past me first."

"I have ascended to godhood. At this moment, I am creation itself..."

When I open my eyes, it is a new day.

When I close them, I glimpse the dawn of tomorrow.

With a mortal body, I shall bring forth miracles.