The Evil God is the Group Leader, and the Group Members Begged Me Not to Speak

[Behind the scenes + Cultivation + Chat Group + All Heavens and Worlds]

I, Gu Jianghan, am an ordinary college student who sacrificed himself to save others.

I never expected that the golden finger for time travel was not the system, nor the old man, but myself.

I am the ruler of the old days!

Just when I was about to be driven crazy by this boundless power and completely lose my "humanity", a miracle called [Chat Group of All Heavens and Myriad Worlds] extended an invitation to me across dimensions.

I cautiously suppressed the mental energy that could have contaminated the entire group chat, conjured up a dozen tentacles, and like a Parkinson's patient, typed a friendly greeting on the virtual keyboard:

[Lord of the Old Ones - Gu Jianghan]: Hello, I am Gu Jianghan. May I ask where this place is?

And then... nothing happened.

Three group members suffered cardiac arrest on the spot, bleeding from all seven orifices, and were on the verge of mental collapse. One of them was so excited that he gouged out his own eyeballs.

From then on, the style of the chat group began to become extremely weird.

——The aloof and proud daughter of heaven in the world of immortal cultivation analyzes the "spiritual charm of the Tao" contained in my words every day.

——The seriously injured and dying Daozi from another world regarded every word I typed as a punishment and a gift from God, and trembled with fear.

——There was also a Qigong cultivator from the Dharma Ending Age who was tied to the bed, and every day he was trying to flatter people in various ways, shouting, "Is there any accessory missing from the boss's leg?!"

And I, the great Lord of the Old Ones, can only maintain the mysterious image of a god while silently shouting in my heart:

"Can anyone tell me how to drink a Coke without destroying the world?"