The Sky Is Full of Gods and Buddhas, No One Recognizes Them, I Call Wang Lingguan by Name

Gods and Buddhas all over the sky turned into stone statues, waiting for someone to call out their true names, tell their deeds, and let them reappear in the world. But no one knew him. Ying Ting traveled to a world where he cultivated by awakening his natal deity. But I found that no one knew about a lot of tyrannical gods. On the contrary, the Western gods were quite popular. The Erlang God Yang Jian, the Zhenwu Emperor, and the Third Prince Nezha turned a blind eye and instead pursued foreign gods like Ares and Poseidon? Ying Ting couldn't bear it anymore. Ares, God of War? Rather than listening to the tune but not the propaganda, how about Guanjiangkou Erlang showing his sage to the true king Yang Jian? You have Zeus, and I have the Jade Emperor Haotian. You have God, and I have the Arctic Ziwei Emperor and the Antarctic Immortal Emperor. You have the God of Death, I have the Yamas of the Ten Directions in Fengdu, and underneath there is the impermanence of black and white, the head of an ox and the face of a horse, and the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva who vows not to become a Buddha because hell is not empty. At the beginning, he awakened his natal spirit and summoned Wang Lingguan. Ying Ting showed the world that the external gods were nothing more than that. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.