Record of Immortality for Ten Thousand Tribulations: from the Prehistoric Age to the End of Dharma

When chaos was not divided, my name was "Yuan Yuan", and I was one of the three thousand ferocious beasts. My scales were covered in blood, and my claws and claws were tearing at the chaotic airflow. The roar of the Divine Beast King shook the void: "Tear these innate creatures to pieces!" Thousands of ferocious beasts rushed towards Pangu Sanqing, the bells of chaos rang, and the light of Yuantu Abi's sword tore through the sky. The moment Hongjun's holy power came, I huddled in the hollow willow branch left behind by Yangmei Immortal - the chaotic remains of the man who once said, "First there is Hongjun, then there is heaven, and Yangmei is ahead." I escaped the catastrophe of annihilation. After the ancient world was shattered, my remaining soul drifted to the sea of ​​blood, and the turbid energy of the netherworld reshaped the body of ghosts and immortals. When Hou Tu wept blood and transformed into six realms of reincarnation, I used the origin of the ferocious beast to help it stabilize the rift in the netherworld, in exchange for a corner of the underworld. Seeing Kuafu falling day by day, the peach trees turning red; Gonggong's anger touching Buzhou Mountain, and the Tianhe pouring down. The ghosts and immortals are as humble as ants, but they have a glimpse of the great secret of heaven and earth: among the five-color stones used by Nuwa to mend the sky, there is actually a piece stained with the blood of the chaos beast - that is the remains of my former compatriots. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.