Douluo: Granting Divine Seats, Everything Went Haywire!

Mass-producing gods? Isn't that as easy as raising a hand? Tang San: A cosmic broomstar? Even a dog wouldn't want that... wait, if dogs won't do it, I will—I'll be the broomstar! Everyone, kindly lift your feet—keeping Douluo clean is a shared responsibility. Gangzi: Do I look like a plague god to you? Douluo citizens (nodding obediently): You don't just look like one—you are one! Ma Hongjun: Bodhi has no tree, the mirror stands not as a stand... Bibi Dong: Why does everyone else get rewards for their divine trials, while all I get is a rusty old scythe? Lu Xian: Get back to work now, no slacking off!