How Could I, Who Wanted to Be an Immortal, Become an Ancient God?

The ancient gods are all face-shaped monsters with evil roots. Duan Qiaoxiao, who has traveled through time for a long time, understood from the beginning that he was deeply troubled by fanatic believers in his previous life. These monsters would never have truly good intentions, whether in the primitive wilderness or the world of immortality. They simply sit on the stories that humans attach to their names. ———— Be me At the moment when his life was fading, when he heard this syllable that transcended reason sounded in his mind, Duan Qiaoxiao agreed without hesitation. Unfortunately, unlike the imaginary future, what greeted him was not a life of practice with gods on his body and Tianxian in his mouth, but a deep sharp claw that completely pierced his chest and stabbed straight through his abdomen. That is the part of the world that relies on cultivation, the spiritual sea. Only this hope has been taken away by the gods. This may be the only thing He is interested in... ———— The ancient god has many rules, and both ends of the scale are free to add weight at will, but there is only one principle, and his activities follow this code: [Everything you get has a price] So does He - He must pay The gods gave him all of his body, but only limited his strength, asking him to continue struggling. This price is far from enough. At least, I would be barely satisfied if He was destroyed... ———— A few years later. "It's a joke." Duan Qiao smiled and looked at the guy in front of him, his foreheads were close to each other, his words were spoken unhurriedly, but his movements were a little jumpy, like a naughty boy. "I volunteer as a sacrifice." Exactly so. "I stand for fighting and sacrifice." If necessary. "No lies." Like the ground hanging from the sky falling, it becomes true