My name is Xiaotian, and I am the new Tiandao in this world.
But my people seem to be collectively going crazy.
The demon king who was supposed to wipe out the world with blood was obsessed with raising succulents and writing melancholy poems. He asked me every day: "Which is more meaningful, destruction or watering flowers?"
The saint who was supposed to be aloof and aloof turned alchemy into an assembly line factory, with KPIs suppressed even more severely than thunder. The latest topic is "Large-scale Mass Production and Market Sinking of Foundation-Building Pills."
As for the upright senior brother... He became the number one paparazzi in the world of immortality. The headline title was: "Surprise!" The real record of the sword fairy hitting the mountain with his sword, is it suspected that the Taoist heart is unstable and trapped by love?
And I, a weak, pitiful and helpless Tiandao, rely solely on the smooth operation of the world for my strength.
The more outrageous they were, the weaker I became.
My daily routine is to patch them up when they are about to collapse their painting style to the center of the earth:
Guiding the "bloody battle between good and evil" into a "cross-border literary performance";
Package "Secret Realm Treasure Hunt" as "Full Immortal World Live Broadcast Reality Show";
Advertisements for elixirs were inserted in the "Tao Discussion Conference", and spiritual meals were broadcast at the auction site...
Until one day, the old-fashioned censor from the upper world came and said with a cold face: "The operation logic of this world is wrong. It is recommended to format and restart."
I looked at the group of actors behind me who were still arguing over "Which is more healing, the Demon King's poems or the Saint's elixirs?", And my eyes darkened.
Is it still too late to run away now?
