This Daoist Master Is No Evil God, I Swear

Li Shan thinks he’s a good person.

All he does is borrow a tiny bit of someone’s lifespan, dig out a couple of eyes, and turn a few people who don’t know their place into his clones.

Isn’t that just standard practice for traveling across the worlds?

Seeing the gods and Buddhas in the sky looking as if they were facing a great enemy, Li Shan smiled kindly.

“Fellow Daoists, I only have good intentions.”

As he spoke, countless scarlet eyes opened in the skies of the billions of worlds behind him.

The death knell of the old age rings in the depths of the starry sky, while the new age stirs awake from chaos.

The universe is irreversibly heading toward collapse. The foundations of [Existence] are beginning to crumble, and all things will ultimately return to [Nothingness].

On the eve of this ending, [Fate], which had never manifested since time immemorial, opens its eyes for the first time and descends upon the world.

It is both the ultimate destination of all things and the starting point of every cause and effect. Does its arrival bring new life to a dying universe, or hasten the devouring power of [Nothingness]?

No one knows the answer.

At the boundary between [Existence] and [Nothingness], an age belonging to Fate arrives with a thunderous roar, bearing the twin possibilities of creation and apocalypse.

This is the most dazzling of ages, and also the longest night. And that night has no end.

Note: This book has no female lead, moves at a fast pace, and features rapid power progression.

This story is entirely fictional. Please do not treat it as reality. If you come across a part you dislike, criticize the protagonist. The author is not responsible.