Honghuang: The First Azure Ox, with Heaven-Defying Comprehension

I have cultivated my Dao level understanding to the point where I can no longer practice Golden Immortal cultivation?

I won't say anything about writing a martial art in a fantasy world, but you can't innovate, don't copy it, and you still have 840 million? In prehistoric times, couldn't you write one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred? What's the use of having more?

The first chapter is outrageous. The protagonist is sometimes Chen Qing, sometimes Ye Qing, sometimes a true immortal, and sometimes a mysterious immortal? That's it for the first chapter, what about the rest?

The headlines are so loud that they go against the sky. I remember that Sun Wukong in Journey to the West didn't even say that he went against the sky. It only took twenty years for the Taiyi Golden Immortal. In your prehistoric times, you don't count the years. How can a hundred thousand-year Golden Immortal become a late Golden Immortal? You call this a good understanding? I'm afraid not all giant spirit gods are stronger than this. . .

What the hell are the next few chapters? They're a mess and the context doesn't match up at all.

One moment he said that Sanqing was the Great Luo Jinxian, and the next moment he said he was a quasi-sage.

This technique looks really awkward

The power of the saint suppresses all living beings. I thought Zixiao was giving a lecture, but you gave three lectures.

Is Nuwa beautiful? Clown author

I still like the scene where the cow eats the orange