“Other people who transmigrate to the primeval world can move mountains and fill seas, or spend tens of millions of years as demons. And you want me to build a city?”
“To do what others cannot is the mark of excellence!”
“I don’t care what nonsense you’re spouting. Building houses and a city right under the noses of the Sages? What’s the point of that?”
“This entire desert, stretching for ten thousand miles in every direction, is your territory.”
“What’s the point?”
“Everyone in this desert must contribute merit and karmic debt.”
“Hm?”
In the desert, in front of three rows of little wooden huts, Feng Luo raised his head from a stone that had been drying out for ages. He was starting to feel a little tempted.
“Furthermore, anyone who enters the desert is an ant. Though you cannot decide whether they live or die, they must address you with respect. Anyone who shows disrespect will be [ ], driven out, or killed!”
“Hm, now there’s something to it!”
“Furthermore, based on the number of visitors each day and their strength, you can gain different amounts of experience to level up..
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
There are so many versions of the prehistoric era. Some of the Sanqings are the ones where the human race rushed to the saints, and some are the Sanqings transformed by Pangu's soul.