Emperor Xin woke up in Nuwa Temple, and the civil and military officials of the court stared at him. The ink on the poem on the incense table was not dry yet. He raised his head and glanced at the statue of Nuwa, his fists clenched in his sleeves until they turned white. Since the script of Conferring Gods requires humans to be sacrificed, he took a step forward: God's punishment? Loneliness is heaven. Suddenly, dark clouds surged outside the main hall, and a beam of purple lightning struck down on the top of the temple. All the officials were kneeling on the ground, no one dared to raise their head. Di Xin turned around and walked out of the temple door: From today on, my human race will not fill in the list of gods.
