Legend of Incense and Wild Gods

[Human nature + slow heat + no heroine + immersive experience + group portrait + farming + development + not overwhelming combat power + not brainless + total elements + listening and reading feast] When Yang Tianming woke up, he was trapped in a wooden statue. He couldn't move or speak. He could only stand in the ruined temple all day long, watching the sea breeze eat away at his blurred face. The villagers called him "Uncle Haitian". No one remembered where this wild god came from, and no one cared about it - they just burned incense and kowtowed for peace of mind before going to the sea. Until that rainy night, five fishing boats were engulfed in thick fog, and thirteen fishermen disappeared on the sea. The girl kneeling in front of the statue cried out, "Please Uncle Haitian, save them." Yang Tianming realized for the first time that he had a system that relied on the value of incense to exchange for divine power. Spirit possession, oracles, blessings... Those expensive props in the mall are his only bargaining chips. He rescued those people. But he also saw something deep in the fog. It was no ordinary shipwreck. Ancient behemoths sleep beneath the sea, indescribable whispers linger in the fog, and further away, evil spirits and strange things are awakening. And Yang Tianming is just a level 1 wild god who can't even turn his head. He must let more people come to offer incense. The incense must be made more prosperous. Believers must be convinced that the more sincere they worship, the stronger God will be. Because that all-devouring darkness has set its sights on Linjia Village. The incense will not be extinguished, but the gods will not fall. But if the incense goes out... He doesn't know what he will become.