I fixed three thousand bugs in the Heavenly Dao’s systems and optimized the efficiency of civilization.
The price: the Confucians said I had no respect for propriety, the Buddhists said I had severed the chain of cause and effect, and the Daoists said I was defying Heaven.
Even the people I had personally saved knelt and begged the Immortal Venerables to exterminate the demon.
Until evil gods from beyond the realm invaded, and the Heavenly Dao teetered on the brink of collapse.
The sages and Immortal Venerables who had once denounced me trembled and knelt before me:
“Mr. Chen... no, Saint Chen! Please calculate the Heavenly Dao one more time!”
I gazed at the indescribable beings beyond the sky and calmly opened the calculation interface:
“This time, it’ll cost extra.”