Acting Gods

He was suffering from a serious disease, and everyone in the world said that there was no cure for him. But people in the world don't know that it's not just their own stubborn illness. Sword cultivators die with swords, alchemy cultivators die with elixirs, and literary cultivators die with words. This is not a curse, but the common destination of all practitioners in the world. Someone was waiting for him for countless years; someone died for him and asked him not to cry when he died; someone put the last ray of warmth into his hand, and he left this ray of warmth to those who came after him. It has nothing to do with saving the world, it is just a story about a patient using his life to heal another, bigger patient.