Yun Zhiyi felt that she was just a soft-hearted adopted daughter of a merchant.
It wasn't until she was in the mountain temple, with demonic talismans plastered all over her body, that she remembered:
It turns out that I am God, but my followers are a group of beggars who cannot even feed themselves.
"The person who saves me does not have to be a god or a Buddha."
She looked at the group of "ants" outside the temple who rushed to bite the talismans and build walls with their flesh and blood.
Suddenly smiled.
Before her souls were shattered, she crushed the last bit of divine power into pieces and sprinkled it into their scarred backs.
From then on, there was no god in the world, but there was a group of "people" who lived like gods.
Intention: self