
In the Primordial World, I Summon the Fourth Calamity from the Start
人在洪荒,开局召唤第四天灾
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Da Luo is omnipotent, free and immortal, and one thought is eternal. It can be said that the Blue Star is gone with just one thought. So what if the protagonist has a great system, and it doesn't matter if he is the protagonist designated by Dao Dao or Hongmeng and other high dimensions. He is just a clown. Everything is meaningless. Da Luo has no upper limit. Every prehistoric innate creature is in various shapes. There are a thousand Hamlets in a thousand people. Everything is just an illusion. There are countless ancient novels in the world with thousands of protagonists, but the characters have never changed or changed. Every dead Daluo is just an illusion. They are dead in this book, but they are still alive in the other. Everything is meaningless like a dream. Just like when every book ends with eunuchs, the protagonists never have power, because the new era is still those people without their names, and everything is meaningless.