Journey to the West: I Have Nine Golden Crows Within Me

You really have the guts to eat nine giant nuclear waste piles?

I roasted nine golden crows. You can eat the crows, I just need the fire.

Take a look.

Manual sarcasm, manual sarcasm, manual sarcasm... Eating the corpses of nine Golden Crows is just a primitive version of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, isn't it? I've seen some comments saying that immortal techniques are essentially biological magnetic field-constrained nuclear fusion? Is that really the case?

Author, look at what others are doing.

Although Lazybones won't admit it, it's most likely his alternate account.

A martial arts saint who can cover ten meters in a single step—your primordial world reeks of cheap, low-quality stuff.

It got increasingly padded out towards the end; it would have been better to finish it quickly and start a new book to avoid ruining its reputation.

I'd like to ask if the later chapters are any good? After reading the first five chapters, it felt like a Pinduoduo scam – all that hype and no substance, it just seemed so ineffective. It's a bit awkward.

Having read six hundred chapters, my feeling is that the author doesn't even know what to write. He writes a bit here, a bit there, without any clear goal, then adds a lot of speculation without elaboration. After each speculation, he says, "No rush, we'll take it one step at a time." He wants to return to Zhou Tianxingdu, but instead of finding a way, he just thinks about it.