Drought Demon: "Wherever the player race goes, not a single blade of grass is left behind!"
Nuwa: "Are these the humans of the future? What am I supposed to do if I suddenly don't want to create humanity anymore?"
Taotie: "I thought I was stingy, but these players are even stingier than me!"
Three thousand gods and demons are about to revive, and the Primordial Continent is in danger. As the chosen one, Ling Ye is panicking. He's broke, weak, and talentless. All he has is some so-called Heavenly Dao treasure, and he's supposed to slay gods and demons with it? No way!
But if I can't do it myself, why not turn the Primordial World into a game and have all the players slay the gods and demons for me?
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate them.
