Fantasy: My Main God Is the Lamp Slave

Everyone in this world is bound to a main god when they are born, and they can invite the god to come to him. The main god is divided into nine levels, and one level determines the level of one's life. Lu Chen's natal god is the bottom of the bottom - the ninth-grade low-grade lamp slave. Others ask gods to move mountains and pay for it, but their gods only know how to light and hold lamps, not even fights. After being stepped on by his fellow disciples for three years, he had already resigned himself to his fate. Until that snowy night, a simple volume of atlas floated from the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness. It suddenly dawned on him: Others spend their entire lives knocking on the door of one god, but he can knock on the door of all gods. Nezha, Erlang Shen, Monkey King, the gods of mountains and seas... All the gods and goddesses are within his reach. Is the lamp slave the most useless? That's just the outermost layer of skin. But the Supreme Elder, who is the most senior in the sect and even has to show courtesy to the sect leader, why does he only cast his eyes on this good-for-nothing? The old man had a kind face and kind eyes, protected him from wind and rain, taught him skills and passed on his skills, and treated him as if he were his direct descendant. He didn't know that there were things he couldn't understand hidden under those warm eyes; he didn't even know that his lamp was connected to much more than just the few wisps of incense in front of him. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.