My Divine Kingdom Is a Wasteland, Starting with Trillions of Incense Offerings

In the thirtieth millennium of the Divine Era, the Heavenly Dao collapsed, spiritual energy dried up, and the gods met their twilight. The Pantheon crumbled, the divine realms became wastelands, and deities fell like rain. Only the most inconspicuous lower god, Qing Xuan, a minor deity in charge of trivial matters, survived the collapse. His divinity was weak and his offerings few, which, ironically, helped him endure.

Three thousand years later, spiritual qi revival swept through the cultivation world, and myriad races rose to power. The great immortal sects, demonic sects, and demon territories fought fiercely over newly emerged spirit veins and fragments of divinity. Meanwhile, Qing Xuan, whom every faction regarded as the last living antique god in the wasteland, became the butt of their jokes.

What the world did not know was that during his three thousand years of slumber in the wasteland, Qing Xuan had quietly gathered the scattered offerings and wishes of the mortal world, forging the beginnings of an entirely new divine realm. He seemed destitute, but in truth he commanded trillions of offerings. He needed only the right opportunity to revive his divine realm and return to the heavens.