When God asks what you did with your life, you can hand Him this novel.
God is speechless: “Eating shit!”
Chen Miao is dead, but not entirely. His soul has been stuffed into the Six Paths of Reincarnation, his lower half stuck in the gears, and five versions of “himself” take turns possessing his body.
The Heavenly Path? The Asura Path? The Hungry Ghost Path? Thanks, but he’s cleared them all. Now he just wants to return to the human world and eat hotpot.
But the Western King, burned to a crisp, sneers, “The eight gates must open before the body can be forged.”
“Hey, Your Majesty on the throne, your magma pecs are showing,” Chen Miao quips through a mouthful of blood.
Black flames scorch the heavens, reincarnation shatters, and a chatty bronze sword is livestreaming: “Guys, can this Host even survive three chapters?”
