There is a waste in Shanhaisi, whose physical fitness is zero.
He was thrown into the archives and copied books for three years.
Everyone thought he would die of old age in that corner.
Until that day, the words in the "Book of Mountains and Seas" he copied moved on their own.
On the same day, a red light shot into the sky in the north. The bones of the ancient Yinglong broke out of the ground, and the empire's top divine skeleton masters were mobilized, but they were all blocked from the divine ruins.
Only he walked in unimpeded.
The keel is like a mountain, and the dragon's head hangs low. The empty eye sockets were facing him, as if he had been waiting for three thousand years.
"You are finally here. The last piece of reverse scale I left in this world is only for you."
From that day on, that loser who copied books began to become a god.
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