I, the Octopus, Create a Restraining God in the World of Cultivation

The baby octopus is the only intelligent creature in this sea area. It is supposed to be the Dumbo octopus that can only live for a few years, but it has lived alone for decades. Until he accidentally heard the story of Cthulhu. In this way, the lonely little octopus became a senior gram fan. By chance, the palm-sized little octopus came to an ancient world of immortality where gods really existed. The little octopus, who was finally able to walk on land, carried his own small suitcase and a copy of "The Myth of Kreux" carefully copied on the seagrass. Like every enthusiastic fan, he sincerely spread his favorite works to the surroundings. "Dong dong dong." The little octopus knocked gently on the closed wooden door and said in a nervous tone: "Hello sir, do you have time to learn about our great father, the beginning of everything, the mysterious and blind lord of foolishness, Azathoth?" . The dark god has been sleeping for a long time. He does not rely on faith, but the increasingly powerful rejection of the world makes him gradually weaker. Outside creatures wreak havoc in the name of darkness. People create bright and pure gods and are extremely afraid of darkness. He slept on the throne until one day, a strange faith rang in his ears. "Azathos?" "The Lord in Yellow..." "Cthulhu?" The god raised his eyebrows slightly, watching the God who had a clear but extremely unfamiliar origin appear due to his faith and the birth of his power. . There are many immortal gates and many gods. Powerless mortals cling to the feet of the gods created by mortals and give everything they have. People fear darkness and hate anything that deviates from beauty, cleanliness, and purity. But the light is too hot, and countless people are always burned to death in the scalding sunshine. One day, huddled in a home made of wooden planks, the dying man heard a soft knock on the wooden door. The chaotic and trance-like sound coming from the bottom of the abyss went straight into my head—— "My Lord, my Father... The origin of all... Azathoth! Azathoth!" The gray pupils reflected pink tentacles that were huge enough to cover the sky. Mucus from nowhere flowed to his body, and the monster that could not see the whole picture slowly and calmly pressed forward. "Azathoth!" He said. The gray pupils lit up again, and the desperate man plunged into the darkness. "My Lord, my Father, the god of all my beginnings... Azathoth, Azathoth." "Your believers, I hope to be blessed..." "... Azathos!" PS: It's a story about a palm-sized little octopus who is a lover of the K-type. Amway's favorite works in the world of cultivation, but he didn't expect to actually create a K-type god and save his believers~ PPS: There will be many gods. In the story setting, each god is an aggregation of attack power (no offense to the gods of the system). PPPS: The little octopus himself cannot see the god he created. The world from his perspective is different from the world in everyone's eyes. He is not very powerful but is always misunderstood. He belongs to Dihuawen~ Intention: The power of faith.