Honghuang: I Am on the List of Gods, and I Will Create Gods for the Human Race at the Beginning.

I dressed up as a god. Good news, I am one of the Three Books of Heaven, and all the immortals and gods in the three realms are under my control. Bad news, Hongjun and the Six Saints are already sitting in Zixiao Palace, preparing to fill in their names on me. When the three hundred and sixty-five righteous gods return, my newly born spiritual wisdom will be completely wiped out by heaven, and I will become a tool to capture young men for heaven forever. So, when Hongjun asked the disciples of the three religions who should be on the list, Shen Xuan burned the list on the spot, swept away the 365 Zhoutian Gods, crashed through the Zixiao Palace, and fell into the world. Heaven is short of gods, why should humans fill it? From today on, these 365 gods will no longer be called gods, but will only be transformed into 365 civilized fires. The soldiers defended the territory, the fire of the military way was ignited, and a hundred thousand ordinary soldiers gathered their immortal military souls. The blacksmith swings the hammer, and the fire of the weapon is ignited, and any iron can kill the golden immortal. Farmers sow seeds, farm roads are lit with fire, and one acre of spiritual land can raise millions of soldiers. The doctor hung the pot, and the fire of medicine was ignited, and the human race was no longer afraid of demon poison and plague. Craftsmen built the city, millions of people worked together, and the mortal city turned into a civilized holy city that suppressed the immortals. Yuanshi brought twelve golden immortals to the realm. The two sages of the West want to conquer all human beings. Haotian led Zhoutian Star God to come and win the ranking. Shen Xuan once again unfolded the list of gods. Only this time, the person standing on the list is no longer the righteous god of heaven who can be driven by others. The Saint of War, the Saint of Medicine, the Saint of Agriculture, the Saint of Utensils, the Saint of Literature, the Saint of Works... There are three hundred and sixty walks in the world, and there are sages in every walk! Emperor Xin pointed his sword towards the sky. "Who said mortals can only be on the list?" Shen Xuan stood in front of the three thousand human saints and slowly rolled up the divine map of humanity. "Heaven wants God?" "Today, let the immortals and Buddhas in the sky see your own god in the world!"