He sighed and said, "Back then, I was inexplicably struck by a streak of light, the temple shattered, and later on, I suffered calamity, suddenly falling."
This man in white robes seemed to have no intention of hiding anything.
At his peak, he was roughly equivalent to a Netherworld Ghost God.
Just slightly stronger than a Human Martial Saint who has broken the Ultimate Heaven.
Among the Old Gods of the world, he was also the weakest type.
If it weren't for that streak of light merging with his Divine Body back then, with his status, he couldn't have revived after such a long time.
Without the support of incense, he, though an Old God, is now weaker than the Refining God Realm.
Even relying on this Pure Land's Suppression Object, at most, he is comparable to a Creation God.
So he urgently needed incense.
At first, he planned to reveal divine miracles to attract the worship of all beings, but he was too weak.
