I have advanced lung cancer and the doctor said I can live no more than three months.
That night when I was lying on the hospital bed waiting to die, I heard someone having a meeting inside me——
"Sect Master, Zhou Mu has been taking poison every day, and all our disciples are almost dead!"
"On the contrary! Take possession of this body while he still has the breath!"
"Quiet! The way of heaven has appeared!"
Only then did I realize that my cancer cells were cultivating immortality.
They call me "Heavenly Way" and my body "Zhou Mujie". They don't want me to die, and I don't want to die either. So we reached an agreement - I used their "blood tax" to refine the immune army, and they legally cultivated immortality under my "law of heaven".
But when I stepped into the world called "Microscopic Fairyland", I realized that everything had just begun.
The Reapers, the Black Tower Sect, the eight-man expeditionary force, three years of slumber... I went from an advertising director waiting for death to the master of fifty trillion creatures in my body.
And now, seven billion people around the world have to make a choice——
To be a human being or to be a god?
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AI writing has too much nonsense and clichés
The subject matter is novel and the world view is complete
AI writing has too much nonsense and clichés
The subject matter is novel and the world view is complete