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Le Zhi inexplicably obtained an immortal body. Since then, he has been living in assassinations... Time flies, and after countless time passes, and after experiencing several world-destroying disasters... The world is reborn... Technology no longer exists, all that is left is soul energy and spiritual energy... From decadence to arousing the desire for revenge, practice! Practice! Practice! Le Zhi swears, no matter how many years, no matter what happens, only that person... Must be done by his own hands...

As the God of Creation, Zongtian was relatively responsible at first. Guide the evolution of all things, bring down natural disasters when appropriate, and protect the world when necessary... This is how it should be... "Huh? Resource depletion? Interstellar immigration???" "It shouldn't be! Didn't I just create a batch of resources 30,000 years ago?" "What? It ran out hundreds of years ago?" "Wait! I haven't gotten in the car yet! I haven't gotten in the car yet!" "Huh? The local gods can't leave their own planet? Damn it! You just left me a planet of rocks and loess! Where are my games?! Where are my comics?! Leave some for me!!"