In the Tenth Year After I Was Sacrificed, I Toppled the Entire Altar

Introduction: For ten years, they used my blood and bones to nourish their idol, cursing me as a harbinger of misfortune. It wasn't until the day the altar collapsed that I remembered: I was an ancient god who had been asleep. The new gods trembled as they prostrated themselves at my feet. "My lord, we were wrong." I smiled faintly. "Begging for mercy now? Too late. My tenth day will be your doomsday." Cold rain mingled with the blood running down from her forehead, blurring Luan Bei's vision. Her hands were bound behind her back, and she knelt before a huge, moss-covered stone idol in the center of the village. The rubble dug painfully into her knees, but it was nothing compared to the chill in her heart. Ten years. Ten whole years,