[A nonhuman stone statue in another world + invincible on two fronts + mystery and the uncanny]
“Whenever I fall asleep, I become a stone statue trapped in absolute darkness.”
Shen You pushed his medical examination report across the desk to the psychiatrist.
One hundred and eighty-one days, accurate to the millisecond.
On the 182nd day, there was light.
A temple.
A group of dying believers knelt before him, begging for his attention.
He bestowed blessings, and all things mutated.
He descended, observing this mad world through the eyes of his believers.
He gazed, and all things bowed beneath his stare.
He woke up.
TaiPing Temple, Qingshui Alley, Tianhai City.
An expelled student posing as a Taoist priest who couldn’t even name the Three Pure Ones.
And on the last page of the manuscript his grandfather left behind, there was only one line:
“If you see the Patriarch manifest, do not approach, do not kneel, and do not believe.”
Grandfather had seen the Patriarch.
Grandfather was dead.
And the Patriarch was me.
It's a mess, constantly suppressing the fighting power, and the protagonist doesn't preach and gather energy, but also inexplicably runs in to fight others without holding a gun. People from another world came running over, and the protagonist seemed to be slow to realize that the two abilities were the same.