My Ancient Pen Pal

I traveled to a world where literary spirit was respected, but I became a useless person whose literary power was muddy and unable to cultivate. My cousin used his poems to arouse thunder and mocked me as an ant; a genius turned his words into swords and mocked my incompetence. They don't know that I can't practice cultivation because the "Tao" I see is different from theirs. When the ancient evil suppressed by the sage's classics is about to be broken, the number one scholar in the dynasty vomits blood and falls into a coma, and all the Jinshi in the audience are heartbroken—— I stepped forward, faced the indescribable terrifying figure, and whispered in its language: "Hello, let's do a math problem." Later, the entire literary world respected me as a saint, but I looked up into the depths of the starry sky. There, there are more ancient beings who came because of me.