Ninety Thousand Years of Immortality

This is a boring book. The beginning is a bit interesting and readable, but the later parts are ridiculous. All the historical sites and classic works are completed by the protagonist, who seems to exist solely for showing off. I didn't see the so-called immortality as a curse. What I did see was that immortality is just for showing off. I thought this book was about witnesses to history, but it turned out to be about a show-off in history.

"Pretending to be cool for ninety thousand years" is a more fitting title for this book. 😅

I remember the first book I read was in sixth grade; it was called *Survival on a Deserted Island: Rebirth of a Giant Python*. I read several of your books afterward, like this one, and now eight years have passed in the blink of an eye—I'm in college now. Coming back, I found that many of your books have been sealed away. Although you may no longer be writing, I still want to thank you for enriching my childhood with so much imagination. Thank you for your long-awaited help.

Did the author go to school? Who was Bai Qi, a general under Qin Shi Huang?

As someone who's read 500 chapters of Shennong, let me tell you, this book's pretentiousness is so awkwardly overdone. You'll probably be poisoned after reading at most a hundred or so chapters.

After reading the introduction, I immediately thought, "Not only is it 90,000 years, but do you even know what the 'Primordial Era' refers to in terms of timekeeping? A 'Yuanhui'—do you know how much one Yuanhui is? More than a hundred million years! And do you know that countless Yuanhui have passed from ancient times to the modern era? Also, the Primordial Era was fragmented.

All I want to say is, if the protagonist lived for 90,000 years and could create the world with Pangu, then did the dinosaurs live in chaos forever?

Author, you're really something. I just said, "This book is a bit boring," and you permanently banned me. You're something else!

He handed Pangu an axe and helped Nuwa mold clay figures. Isn't that Master Wang?

Putting aside the time issue, just look at your smug face-slapping moments. Every single one of them is oh my god, it's giving me a headache.