I am Ming, the last god in the world, in charge of the cycle of life and death.
As the saying goes, the great road is ruthless. As a god, I have never exceeded the rules in self-denial and propriety.
One day, the elders in the clan calculated that I was facing a great calamity, and asked me to go down to earth to survive the calamity. I thought that I would be like before, a mortal with only a few decades of lifespan, and that I would return to the throne of God early, only to meet the most bizarre god in the world of gods.
Although there is a hundred and eighty thousand years difference between me and him, I just feel disgusted in my heart, I hate this kind of god who does not do his job and runs around in the mortal world all day long.
I put the knife on his neck and threatened: "You are not the best at crossing people, why don't you teach me how to cross."
He put away his usual smiling face, stared at me and said, "Okay."
Intention: None