I Became a God by Writing Books: I Never Meant for Wuxia to Become Fantasy

The comments section is full of people saying it's really bad, I don't know if you guys even took the time to read it carefully? After reading it, you'll know what they're saying is true.

It's another one of these mindless dramas. It seems like every main character needs dozens of female leads to survive. And the content is utterly nonsensical; it's the same old formula from ten years ago.

Honestly, if anyone were to write a Jin Yong martial arts novel now, even his own mother would probably be unrecognizable due to its failure. Why is Jin Yong still popular? It's all thanks to TV dramas. Go ask around, who reads the novels? They're long gone. Times have changed. When were Jin Yong's martial arts novels written? When were they even alive?

My understanding is roughly this: the male lead is Cai Xikun, and the other female characters are his fans. They have absolutely no personality.

The male protagonists in these infinite flow novels or those who transmigrate into novel worlds are even more ruthless than the Japanese devils. They implement a "three alls" policy: loot everything, take everything, burn everything. Looting means taking any opportunity, regardless of its quality. They'll forcibly take any beautiful woman, good or bad. Burning means destroying any opportunities they can't keep.

The character list is entirely female; you can imagine what kind of book that is.

He held on until Chapter Fourteen, having exhausted all means, but ultimately succumbed to the poison and died.

It's disgusting. The protagonist needs popularity to exchange for cultivation techniques or magic weapons, while everyone else can just read the book, and they're all women! I can't stand it.

It's so weird, a complete mess. Putting everything else aside, there's absolutely no compatibility between Wu Zetian and the Heavenly Emperor. Even if she were to ascend to the realm of fantasy, she could never become the Heavenly Emperor. At most, she would be just like those characters in the forbidden zones, ruthlessly slaughtering all living beings to seize their essence. Even her own blood relatives would only be food for her to feed, making her a true member of the dark turmoil.

My friend and I, traveling through this place, discovered this book. It emitted an eerie light, and I remarked that it was extremely poisonous and unbearable to read. My friend, confident in his Mahayana cultivation and Shennong bloodline, stubbornly insisted, "This book, judging from its name, is clearly poisonous! However, no one has tasted it, so its nature is unknown.