He transmigrates into a world where faith brings one to sainthood, and the System gives him a Primordial Sacred Land. The catch is that he can't leave until he gathers eight hundred billion followers. Trapped for thousands of years, he's managed to collect a bunch of animal worshippers, but not one has taken human form. Crouching at the foot of the mountain, he sighs: If all I've got are beasts worshipping me, I may never get out of here. Suddenly, a burst of golden light explodes on the distant horizon, and a monkey charges toward him, gripping an iron staff.
