He transmigrates into a puddle of *mud and enters the Primordial World.
So what if I'm *mud? I can still level up, fight monsters, and obtain invincible divine powers.
Nuwa: "We both use mud, so why do I mold ordinary people while everything you make is a divine weapon?"
Fuxi: "Don't think a layer of mud on your body will let you withstand my attacks... I was wrong. I can't break through your defenses."
Shennong: "Cultivating immortal *crops takes skill. You can't grow divine-grade spirit herbs unless you reach my level... Y-you, how did you grow a transcendent-grade Primordial Vine?"
My name is Xu San. Everyone says I'm a puddle of *mud, but I think I'm chaos reborn.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
