Jiang Ziya is still pretending, but my name has already been written all over the list of gods. Pei Qian stared at the shining tampering interface, and in his ears was the roar of the collapse of heaven - the gods wanted to use him as a sacrifice, restart the calamity, and refine the sentient beings of the three realms into puppet wills. He lowered his head and chuckled, and his fingertips quietly wrapped around a wisp of returning power that could make a saint tremble. Since the old god has no virtue, he will make himself a god! Starting from the overthrow of the Wa Palace, he wanted the immortals and Buddhas in the sky to line up and kneel down, and personally hold the throne, decrees, and luck at his feet without even falling.
