Diagnosed with Terminal Cancer, I Became a Civilized Night Watchman

The doctor said I only had three months left, but I became the last night watchman of civilization. Late stage cancer? No, it's the dirty breath entering the body! Chemotherapy is useless? Only spiritual vein antiques can extend your life! From the ghosts of the Forbidden City to the creation of Pangu, I traced back five thousand years while coughing up blood, and personally touched the dragon veins of Xia and Shang, and the heroic souls of Han and Tang Dynasties. When a global disaster strikes, I choose to mend the sky with my body and say: "Although I am sick, I am willing to burn my remaining body to protect China's eternal existence!" - This is a heaven-defying redemption that starts with cancer. The author plans to have more than 1 million words in this book and it will be updated every day. I hope everyone will support it!