Global Transmigration: Elevating Low-Level Honghuang into High-Dimensional Myth

Blue Star, on this day. All of humanity receives a message: they will transmigrate across the Myriad Worlds, with their identities chosen at random. From here on, survival is up to fate, and wealth and honor are in the hands of heaven. Some become Dao Ancestors, only to have their kidneys stolen. Some become Immortal Emperors, lose their cultivation, and end up begging on the streets. One even becomes Wang Teng’s father, endlessly proclaiming that his son is a Great Emperor. As it happens, Hongjun receives the identity of the Dao Ancestor of Honghuang. Overjoyed, he goes to take up the position. But this Honghuang… seems just a tiny bit strange? In the primeval era, the leaders of the three clans are still alive, yet innate gods are already emerging one after another. Great Luo Golden Immortals can shrink space to cover a mere ten meters. Even the Chaos Demon Gods have only reached the Foundation Establishment stage. Hongjun falls silent at the sight. Could this be an ultra-low-level Honghuang plane? Just as he is marveling at how weak Honghuang is, The Hongmeng Editing System appears out of nowhere. Host, make your choice. One: Spend three days cultivating the method of severing the Three Corpses, then get cut down by a Chaos Demon God. Two: Sneak into Pangu’s Divine Temple and steal something. Get caught, hung from a tree, and beaten for three days and nights, then kicked out of the ranks of the Chaos Demon Gods. Three: Go to Buzhou Mountain, find the Jade Disc of Creation, cultivate in seclusion, and raise Honghuang to a higher dimension. From then on, as countless transmigrators across the Myriad Worlds struggle miserably, They look up to find a fearsome Dao Ancestor appearing in Mythic Honghuang. Kidney-Stolen Immortal Emperor: Please, Sage! Save us transmigrators! Human Sacred Body: Sage! I was kidnapped by the major Holy Lands and taken away to have my blood drawn for medicine. It’s so awful! Please, for the sake of our being fellow countrymen, help me! Watching so many transmigrators struggle miserably in the sea of suffering, Hongjun gazes upon the age that has become Mythic Honghuang and can’t help but sigh...