Quiet! I’m Fighting Back from Inside a Rock

[Worshippers Become Gods] + [Xuanhuan] + [No CP] + [System] + [Standalone Short Stories]

On a stormy night, I, Yun Qingqing, was struck by lightning and sent flying into a ruined temple.

The temple was falling apart, the incense had gone cold, and the statue was dirtier than my face.

To make matters worse, the System told me that no god had emerged from this dilapidated place in centuries.

The Heavenly Dao was on the verge of collapse. Evil spirits roamed everywhere, and demons and monsters had treated humans like an all-you-can-eat buffet.

And I, Yun Qingqing, was the only “god.” From the start, I had just three believers: an old woodcutter, a young hunter, and an amnesiac snake.

They said the only offerings they had were wild fruit.

Fine!

No gods for centuries? I’ll be one.

Evil spirits running rampant? I’ll kill them.

The Heavenly Dao has fallen apart?

I’ll take its place.

From then on, incense rose in the ruined temple deep in the mountains, and a black banner gathered the souls of the dead.

Seven years later, all spirits trembled and all living things bowed their heads.