Becoming a God Through the Power of Worship

[Folk Customs] [Mythology] [Adventure] The mortal world: Ghosts, monsters, and evil spirits run rampant, and human lives are treated as worthless. On the altar, the orange-red flames flicker and turn blue. One incomplete ghost after another emerges from the sacrificial fire and passes by you, sending a chill deep into your bones. As someone who has transmigrated, you don't believe in ghosts or gods. You look up, and terror nearly scares the soul out of you. The village chief calls your soul back from the underworld, and you wake up with the awakened talent [Feast on the Incense of Worship]. [Feast on the Incense of Worship: Steal divine power and make it your own] The living cannot receive incense offerings. Only the dead can become gods. With danger closing in, you set your sights on the village's Earth God Temple and its frail little deity. You begin keeping him captive and stealing his divine power to survive the crisis. But after setting foot on the path of cultivation, you discover a family curse that means you won't live past forty, a father who faked his death, and your wife's hellish tattoos that flare up in anger across her back. On top of that, her birth surname is Fan. Everything is beyond your expectations. The curse has found you, the mystery your father left behind when he faked his death remains unsolved, and your wife's origins are shrouded in riddles. You plunge headfirst into the murky world of every sect and calling, where evil spirits and taboos abound. Before long, the name of the God Thief is on everyone's lips. You go from God Thief to the mortal world's one and only god. Your life earns both praise and blame, but you merely say, “If the gods won't save me, I'll have to become a god myself.” “Even if I have to steal my divinity!” The synopsis can't do it justice. Please read the novel. Also known as: Folk Customs: I Really Had No Idea My Wife Was the Black Impermanence! Folk Customs: Steal His Divine Power and Forge My Own Path to Godhood!