Xiuxian: I Can See the Draft of Heaven

My name is Gu Xiu, a repairman of old things. Broken bronze mirrors can be mended, broken porcelain can be cured, and people's deaths—that's the business of gods and not my business. But I have a secret - I can see the script of this world. All the cracks, all the cracks, all the things that "shouldn't be there", there is a layer of very fine words floating in my eyes. That was the draft that Tiandao made when he was writing about this world - some sentences were crossed out, and some paragraphs were rewritten countless times, with handwriting stacked on top of each other. I thought this skill was only useful for repairing things, until I repaired an ancient mirror. The mirror reflected a face that was not mine. He said: Your world is a book, and the person who wrote the book is dying. If he dies, you can live. Unless he dies, you will all disappear. The man in the mirror has been imprisoned for three thousand years, and the cracks in the whole world are the sound of his heart breaking. Six furnaces lock the souls of hundreds of millions of people, and the only one who can unlock them all is me, a young man who can renovate old things and see the manuscript. But I'm just a repairman of old things. How to kill the immortal? Later I realized - it's not necessary to kill God. After correcting the typo, the article can continue to be written.