I, the Sect's Earth Spirit, Started to Refine My Godhead.

Traveling into the ruins of a destroyed sect, I found myself becoming the consciousness that gave birth to the sect's lineage. There are only three days of spiritual power left, the devil is watching from outside, and the only living people are three orphans who are about to starve to death. I choose: Option 1: Devour the orphans to restore spiritual power - your conscience will hurt. Option 2: Leave it alone and fend for itself - then I'm still a shitty guardian spirit. Option three: bet your last spiritual power to save people! I chose the third option. As a result, the children called me "Grandpa Mountain God" and the wild vegetables they offered me increased my spiritual power by 0.5%. It turns out that faith is the strongest nourishment for earth spirits. So I started to do something cool: Use spiritual power to give birth to spiritual grass and establish the first tribe of believers; Analyze the magic method and create the Yunyin Mountain Protection Technique; When the elders of the Blood Knife Sect's golden elixir came knocking on the door, I sacrificed ten old believers to condense the divine elixir. In that battle, I understood: Guarding is not charity, it is a two-way rush. Later, I built caves, established kingdoms of gods, and cultivated civilization. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.