Cha Yue God Killing Record

(Adapted from my own experience) My name is Chen Yemeisha, and my pen name is Chayue Mengsu. Once upon a time, I was writing a biography of the ten great origins. Everywhere I wrote, miracles appeared, thinking that this was a win-win situation between scholars and gods. Until that day, they sat on the altar, pointed at my nose and sneered: "If it weren't for our great power, your mere mortal bones would be nothing more than a piece of paper." What a win-win situation, it turns out to be charity in their eyes. I refused to accept it, and in front of thousands of believers, I completely deleted the "Ten Origins" that created their glory. The words burned out and cause and effect were severed. I thought it was just a game of chess that was overturned, but I didn't want to cause disaster. For the sake of profit, all the countries wanted me, but my ancestors also crossed out my name on the genealogy and conspired with the gods to drink my blood in order to survive. It was the darkest moment, when the physical body collapsed and the soul was about to disappear into ashes. It was then that I heard the voice of the sky - it was tired of these arrogant chess pieces. From then on, Chayue Mengsu no longer wrote about romance, flowers, snow and moon, but only practiced the way of "denial". If I write a flaw, God's personality will be cracked; if I delete a piece of history, God's name will fade. Seeing those once high-ranking names turn into garbled characters in my documents, I finally understood: The sharpest knife in the world is not the divine sword, but the pen in my hand that no longer worships gods.