In the Era of Shan Hai Jing, I Was Just an Ordinary Person.

The year the myth was revived, the world went crazy. Humans and gods can have children, beasts and demons can become husband and wife, and even stones can become pregnant. The streets are filled with winged, flaming, drooling hybrid monsters. Only I am still the pauper who grows millet. Until that day when the roof was being repaired and he fell down, blood dripped on the ground - all the statues within a ten-mile radius knelt down. "Yuanren bloodline, the purest human being!" Everyone wants to marry me, no, eat me. Phoenix said that with just one drop of blood, she could achieve nirvana nine times. The Dragon Clan said that they would exchange an entire mountain of gold for my bone marrow. Even the ancient ferocious beast Qiongqi came and squatted in front of my house, wagging its tail like a dog. I held my rice bowl and watched the gods dancing wildly outside the door. "Um... Can you finish this bowl of millet porridge first?" This is my story. The only human being in the world that has not been contaminated, Tang Monk meat is the most sought-after meat in the world. It's so hard to live.