I dressed up as Xiao Qihe, the commoner cultivator in Fengshen who didn't even have a name. Others started with an innate treasure, but I started with a puppet. Shen Gongbao wants to use me to fill the sea eye of Beihai. "Wait a minute," I tapped my fingers on the stone wall, "King Zhou wrote a poem to blaspheme Nuwa. If I write a letter of report now and send it to the palace of Wa, guess who's name will be on the list of gods?" Beside, a treasure-hunting rat that had just become a spirit was nodding crazily at me. The gods all over the sky thought I was looking for death. But they don't know that I can see through all the loopholes in cause and effect in the world, and the entire Conferred God Tribulation is about to enter my turn.
