A single hair can pierce a star, a sneeze can destroy a star field, and if you accidentally fart, the creatures of hundreds of star fields will be poisoned to death.

But don't worry, this kind of deity doesn't fart or sneeze.

Di Wuming was very bored. He had been living this kind of life for countless eons, and he wanted to find something fun to do.

To prevent himself from accidentally destroying the world, he sealed himself away: his hair, his pores, his teeth, his nails, his saliva, and his nostrils…

He had sealed almost everything that could be sealed, which made him feel that he wouldn't unintentionally destroy the world.

He couldn't get too excited, otherwise, if he raised his voice even slightly, it would be like the collapse of a mountain or a river.

Things with thought fear him, and things without thought also fear him. All rules, origins, and the Way of Heaven revolve around him.

To put it bluntly, he wasn't born from chaos; he created chaos.

Finding a Daoist partner doesn't result in a son, but in a world; the Daoist partner is called the Mother of Chaos.

He set up so many seals on himself, yet he was still the ancestral god.

With the Book of Good and Evil in one hand and Zai Zai in the other, Mi Bayue declared that anyone who wanted to save the world could do it, and anyone who dared to ask them to sacrifice themselves would be sacrificed to the heavens first.

Half a year after her time travel, Mi Bayue was informed of her husband's death by her housekeeper and received an inheritance she had never seen before. Only then did she realize that she had always thought she had transmigrated to ancient times to farm, but in reality, she was in a world of gods, ghosts, and the supernatural.

The baby she raised for half a year is a future savior who will sacrifice himself to save the world. As the mother of the future savior, she has to sacrifice herself for love at the very beginning of the story.

Is it better to die as a human, or to roam freely as a god? Is there even a need to consider this?

The filthy beasts dangled sweet baits to lure the docile souls into the abyss...

Under the indifference of the Old Ones, who carry the weight of faith, only the Law Enforcer is left to settle all matters...

Lin Mo traveled through a strange world where gods did not appear and became a remnant soul in a mass grave.

When he was almost dying of hunger, he accidentally absorbed half a pillar of residual incense, and unexpectedly awakened the Shinto talisman, becoming the only true god in the world.

>At first, he just wanted to survive: relying on the little incense to drive away the evil spirits, protecting the refugees and gaining the title of "wild god".

>Until the Hundred Ghosts slaughtered the deserted village at night, he burned all the incense to manifest a golden barrier.

>The girl knelt on the ground and cried, "Please, God of the Land, please show up!" The wishes of all the people were instantly added to her.

The moment the City God's Dharma image condensed, Lin Mo looked towards the gloomy government office and sneered, "Who said this world... doesn't have gods?"

The human mind and soul are connected. The growth of negative emotions can cause the soul to mutate, preventing it from reincarnating in the Hell, but instead remaining in the human world, transforming into a vicious ghost and causing harm to the world. Zhang Chen, a student from Jinxi County, accidentally gained the power of a prison envoy. He can devour ghosts, gaining their strength and abilities, and continuously evolving his physical body. However, with greater power comes a more terrifying world...

【This book once caused the Tianya Community's reply function to crash, becoming the strongest post in Tianya's history.】

Medical practice can save lives; corpse clothing can defy the heavens.

It's said that Hua Tuo's "Medical Practice Scripture" can save people's lives, and Li Bowen's "Corpse Clothing Scripture" can ward off evil spirits and the protect against the heavens......

The 13th year of the Jian'an era (208 A.D.), night, torrential downpour, Xuchang City's northern death row prison.

Under the light of a flickering oil lamp, a thin, old man with a white beard handed a cloth bundle to the jailor, whispering softly, "This can save lives!" The jailor quietly tucked it away.

A thousand and seven hundred years later, a traveler arrived at the shrine of Hua Tuo in Jiangsu County. A couplet was written on the gate:

"The physician who sliced open stomachs truly opened a new path for medicine; yet who could have known a jailer's incompetence would consign the book to flames?

The scholar who valued his integrity disdained serving under a ruthless leader; it is a pity that a historian’s falsification slandered his avoidance for a thousand autumns."

It speaks of how the Three Kingdom's divine physician Hua Tuo entrusted his life's work, the "Medical Practice Scripture," to a jailor on the night before his death. However, the man was too afraid to accept it. Hua Tuo could only burn his work in desperation, causing the medical scripture to be lost forever, a tragedy that can still evoke sighs of regret.

Over the long passage of time, with seas turning into mulberry fields, this event has long faded into the dust of history.

In the late autumn of 1975, at the foot of Nanshan Mountain in Wuyuan County, Jiangxi Province, a crowd of villagers gathered beneath a tall, old locust tree, all gazing up at a notice pasted on its trunk...

Create the future in nothingness, find the truth in dreams, travel across the heavens, practice the laws of all worlds, understand the endless way, refine the false and return it to the true, and achieve eternal immortality.

Luo Zhao traveled through time and space to become the younger brother of King Wu of Zhou, Ji Fa, and was appointed regent. Starting from the end of the Shang Dynasty and the beginning of the Zhou Dynasty, he established a family and continued to pass on the legacy through the successive dynasties.

"The Luo family has survived to this day, spanning over 2,300 years. Starting with our ancestor, King Su Zhao, who served as regent, nine generations have taken over the government, each returning it to the king. We have witnessed the rise and fall of countless dynasties, and when their fortunes run out, the royal family falls into ruin. The supreme position carries the stain of the state, carrying the misfortune of the state. The Luo family will never taint themselves with it. Destiny is predestined, and the Luo family respects and understands their destiny. How could they defy it and covet a divine artifact?"

The Luo family of the Ji surname is well-known in the world.

For thousands of years, there have been regents who have absolute power and are insolent; there have been prime ministers who have taken the lead in saving the world and saved it from decline; there have been unparalleled generals who have quelled the chaos and rebuilt the country.

Therefore, there is a saying that Luo and Huang share the world.