Son of Dao: Days of Fishing in the World of Tomb Robbers

Son of Dao: Days of fishing in the world of tomb robbers Deep in the chaos, the incarnation of the Great Dao sat cross-legged, with the light of indescribable laws flowing around him. In front of Him, a young man of about eighteen or nineteen years old was fiddling with a wisp of Hongmeng purple energy in boredom. The energy turned into dragons and phoenixes at his fingertips, and then dispersed into star dust. "Father... Daodao," the young man yawned, "This Chaos is too boring. Apart from watching you realize your enlightenment, it is just watching three thousand demon gods fight. Can't we play somewhere else?" The voice of Dao Dao did not rise and fall, but it contained a trace of imperceptible indulgence: "There is a world below, called the 'Tomb Robbery World'. The rules are simple and the cause and effect are thin. Just go and have fun. Remember, don't use the power of Dao easily to destroy the balance of that world." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.