Everyone Draws Believers, So Why Are All Mine Great Luo Golden Immortals?

The Age of the Gods has arrived. Anyone can kindle divine fire, draw blind boxes containing living beings from myriad realms, and build a divine kingdom!

The scions of great families spend fortunes and draw dragons and Seraphim, lording it over everyone;

ordinary players stake their entire fortunes and draw gnomes and goblins, becoming lowly minor gods.

Su Mo, who had transmigrated to this world, looked at the defective junk boxes his parents had bought with their life savings. The whole school mocked him for drawing a clay figurine, a long-nosed old Daoist, and a damaged lotus, all supposedly devoid of magic.

The next second, the Heavenly Dao's resonant voice boomed:

[Divine Kingdom awakens the Supreme Concept and binds to the Heavenly Dao of Primordial Mythology!]

The old Daoist flicked his whisk, and one qi became the Three Pure Ones. The Taiji Diagram of Yin and Yang crushed a million abyssal demons;

A young man stepped out of the damaged lotus, spear in hand and flames beneath his feet. With three heads and six arms, he tore out dragon tendons, stormed divine palaces, and slew the Western Pantheon's High Gods;

The clay figurine shone with golden light. With delicate hands, it molded clay to create all living things, rewriting the world's fundamental laws on the spot!

As the myriad immortals of the Jie Sect, the Twelve Golden Immortals, and the ancient Great Wizards awoke one after another from the Divine Kingdom...

The rankings of the foreign races' gods across the world collapsed completely, and the Supreme High Gods from beyond the realms fell to their knees, paralyzed with fear:

Have you gone mad?! How is it that even the doorkeeper in his Divine Kingdom is a god-slaying Daluo Golden Immortal?!