The End of Science Is Metaphysics, the End of Metaphysics Is Me Making Stuff Up

When I woke up, I became the supreme advisor of the galactic cultivation civilization. They regarded me as the ancient Taoist ancestor, used the exercises I made up as holy scriptures, and beat me to pieces for my nonsense terms. The whole universe is counting on me to guide the way, and only I know—— The civilization of cultivating immortals that they worshiped originated from my third-rate street novel that I wrote randomly to make up the word count. And now, this twisted world that was born because of me is rushing towards an ending that I never imagined.