Honghuang: Charging for My Inner Thoughts Is Only Natural

When Wu Dao woke up, he discovered that he had transmigrated and become some kind of bead.

On the day he took human form, he adopted the Daoist name Wudao. Tongtian took him as a disciple and brought him to the Zixiao Palace to listen to the Dao.

From then on, the prehistoric world changed its tune.

He listened to the Dao at the Zixiao Palace, then gradually fell asleep.

As he slept, he spoke Daoist sounds, teaching the orthodox Great Dao of Primordial Unity and the methods of the Time Great Luo.

Without him knowing, the one giving lectures at the Zixiao Palace became him.

Just like that, Wudao somehow became the Patriarch of Myriad Immortals.

The Three Pure Ones, meanwhile, were appointed by the Great Dao as the Three Pure Dao Ancestors.

The prehistoric world had become unrecognizable to him.

To cultivate the Time Great Luo, one needed a wave of time: one had to comprehend it and refine it.

Wudao casually pulled one out. It crunched delightfully.

Hongjun: The Zixiao Palace is yours. Give me that wave.

Jieyin: Mount Sumeru is yours. Give me another one.

Zhunti: What about me? ...

The Twelve Ancestral Witches: In that case, you can have Buzhou Mountain. Give us twelve waves.

From then on, the prehistoric world had a new master. His name was Wudao, and his properties were everywhere.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.