Immortality, Since I Buried the Myth for Three Thousand Years

I spent three thousand years burying the gods and Buddhas all over the sky with my own hands, in exchange for a prosperous technological age without extraordinary things for the human world. I am the guardian of history and the only one who knows it. Today, spiritual energy is revived and mythology returns. The world reveled in this, rushing to embrace those "gifts" from ancient times, awakening "divine power", and proclaiming themselves "geniuses". But they don't know that every time they awaken, they are setting up a "beacon" for the return of an ancient evil god. They don't even know that the final interpretation power of the "mythical inheritance" they are proud of... Lies in my hands. When a genius who had awakened the "Lei Zhenzi" bloodline caused the wind and thunder in front of me, I just coughed up blood and reminded him lightly: "Your ancestor's wings have three fewer bones in the left wing than the right wing, and they deviate three inches to the left when exerting force. I broke them off and reattached them to him... Do you want to try them?"