Eight Hundred Years Observing the World, Sacrificing Myself to Become a God

Behind a door, Song Men watched another world for eight hundred years.

Everything there could be traded:

The soul of a dying boy, in exchange for a return to the human world;

A bout of excruciating pain, in exchange for cultivation that was never meant to be his.

Others cultivate immortality by relying on talent and waiting for their chance.

He relies on eight hundred years of experience and sets his own price.

But he still doesn't know whether, in this deal,

he is the customer or the merchandise.