I Have Been Cultivating Taoist Temples for 18 Years, and Quickly Passed Through the Strange World.

Ever since those things revived, humans have become less human and gods have become less like gods. From the first night after Gu Yuan was reborn as a baby and came to another world, he knew the horror of this world. I have been cultivating for eighteen years without daring to slack off at all. He just wants to study hard, chant sutras, practice, and live hard. However, when the old calendar turned to the last page, an outline emerged from the coastal fog that should not exist. The abbot of the temple on the top of the mountain smashed the wooden fish, and black liquid dripped from the hollow eye sockets and soaked into the robe. In the unknown abyss, gods and Buddhas stretch out their tentacles. When you open the window at night, you will see clouds in the sky that look like the iris of a giant eye. After turning off the lights, there is always a lingering sound in your ears. Someone tried to record all this, but the tip of the pen automatically drew entangled tentacles, and in the black mist that seeped into the crack of the door, a familiar face floated. The ancient gods whisper, indescribable, the heavens are ruined, and the myths are twisted. They fall forever in the deep sea, surface with the help of anchor points, and wreak havoc on the world. Doomsday catastrophe, when the sky falls. Gu Yuan, who just wanted to survive, finally took the initiative to stand up. "The sky is dead, Huang Tian should stand, poor Taoist Gu Yuan, ask the ancient god to die!" [Weird rules + twisted gods and Buddhas + Cthulhu + deep sea of consciousness]