There Is No Immortal in the World

I am a stone tablet, coming from the sky, immortal and immortal. I descended into the wilderness and witnessed how a weak race called the human race struggled to survive in this cannibalistic world. They are so stupid that they would kill hundreds of people just to try out an edible spiritual herb. They are so crazy that they will dissect themselves with a knife in order to find out how the spiritual energy works. They are short-lived, initially not even reaching the age of twenty. But I watched them, from eating hair and drinking blood, to drilling wood to make fire; from devouring flesh and blood, to refining Qi and building foundations; from letting others slaughter them, to opening the gate of heaven with a sword. Until one day, they established me on the thirty-third heaven and respected me as the source of all things. This is a long story about a "mortal" becoming a "god".