Legend of the Gods: I, Yang Jian, Am Correcting the Gods

On the stage of conferring gods, Jiang Ziya fell off his whip, and the three hundred and sixty-five righteous gods returned to their places. Heaven is established, order is established, and everyone in the world knows this is compassion. Three thousand years later, Yang Jian, the god of justice, dug out a human-eating wishful nest in the mud of the Earth Temple in Licheng. Only then did he realize that being a god was not a favor, but a prisoner. The red characters on the list of gods are not imperial seals, but chains. Incense is not faith, it is blood food. Those gods sitting on the high platform are being bitten by the list, turning their souls into unconscious puppets. And Heaven is waiting for this feast that happens once in three thousand years. The old scar on Yang Jian's forehead suddenly cracked. That was not a divine eye, but a fragment of the vertical eye that exploded from a Chaos Demon God before Pangu opened the sky. It allowed him to see clearly the origin of the God List, and also gave him a forbidden ability: errata. Kill the eroded land and seize the fragments of its divine throne. Kill the corrupted city god and swallow his incense and power. Hunt down the fallen Star Lord and peel off his mark of heaven. From Licheng County to the Five Mountains Division, from the City God Division to the Pantheon of Gods, from the Four Thrones to the Saint's Gate. Yang Jian held a three-pointed, two-edged sword, and with one cut after another, he corrected all the wrong names on the list of gods. "It's time for a new batch of gods on this list."