My name is Chen Fusheng, I am a poor scholar, my family is poor and my relatives are dying. Until that day, I discovered that the words I wrote could become reality. The pen is the sword, the ink is the blood, and the war on paper can kill gods and demons. So, I started to build a world with words. The "sword" I wrote has sword energy stretching across thirty thousand miles; the "dragon" I write has a real dragon descending into the world and roaring for nine days. The world calls me the "Creator", respects me, and fears me, but they don't know that I am just a poor person struggling to survive for tens of millions of medical fees. When all the gods and demons are created by me, and all the immortals and Buddhas are created by my hand, who in this world dares not to listen to me? I want this day to bow under my pen; I want this land to crack under my pen. What I wrote is the truth!
