Dark Flow? but My Vest Is Full of Gods

When I woke up, Song Wu traveled through time. Bad news, this is Gaowu; even worse news, this Gaowu world is going in a dark way. What is the dark flow? They are probably the strong ones who don't take human life seriously, the weak ones who are struggling, and ordinary people who are not even qualified to struggle. Song Wu, who was frail and sick, and whose physical fitness was even below that of an ordinary person: ... Just say so if you don't want me to live. Just when Song Wu had found Tieguo and was about to dig a hole to bury himself, good news, his golden finger had arrived. So... The sky cleared up and the rain stopped. Song Wu felt that it was time to let peace come out and shock the world of darkness. I don't know when it started. In this world where hierarchies are clearly defined and classes are insurmountable, some mysterious and powerful people suddenly appeared. The mysterious man who calls himself a "painter" is looking for bright colors to depict all things, so the awakened "Metheus", who takes pleasure in setting fires and destroying people's faces wantonly, paints his body in flames, and finally turns it into the crimson pigment that happens to be missing in the palette; The awakened person "Kun Fu" who finds it fun to break up a happy family meets the "Rakshasa" who likes to pretend to be himself and enjoy games. When he tries to break this happiness, he laughs, curses, resents and suffers, and he is dragged soberly into the illusion of eternal torture; The "novelist" who writes about worldly affairs is looking for special materials, so he considers himself noble and considers it his right to manipulate the fate of others. In his writing, the dimension of black and white is reduced, and it becomes a boring drama that cannot be more vulgar; The vests opened more and more, and Song Wu never tired of it. The world was like a stand-alone game where he was the only player. When Song Wu's hard work finally changed the world from a dark flow to a peaceful farming flow, he looked around and suddenly fell into silence... "The god you are talking about is not me, right?" ——The following is the preview: I am the genius? ! —— From the first day he entered Queyi Sect, Xie Chunsheng knew that he was safe in this life. After all, he had joined a hidden sect! A master who can hide the most profound truth in a Mandarin textbook; The sword generates thunder, holding the sword nourishes the spirit, the senior brother who has never met an opponent in this world; The second senior brother who has achieved top-grade elixirs and self-enlightenment of elixirs and is a natural talent for elixirs; The third senior brother who practices Qi in one day, builds the foundation in seven days, and condenses golden elixir in a hundred days; …… It is rare to find such a genius in the world, but there are nine who are missing one! Every time Xie Chunsheng dreams back at midnight, he can't help but feel ashamed when he thinks that it took him half an hour to understand the meaning of the sword, three days to learn how to make alchemy, and half a month to even build the simplest foundation. He shook his head and sighed: Hey, maybe the sect just lacks a mediocre person like me to balance our fortunes. Copy written on: 2025.11.19 Intention: Don't shrink back when faced with difficulties, be positive and face it bravely