Honghuang: A Lowly Ant from the Start, Becoming One with the Dao

Ma Yi woke up to find that he had transmigrated to the Primordial World and become an ant. “Does anyone else get this? What kind of hell mode is this?!” In terms of cultivation, he was nothing more than an utterly ordinary ant. As for his origins, he was so insignificant in the Primordial World as to be barely worth noticing. As for his luck, he had just been crushed to death by a bird dropping from the sky. As for treasures, all he had was an utterly unremarkable System. “Damn it! The east bank of the river is prosperous for thirty years, then the west bank for thirty years...” Ma Yi gritted his teeth. Three hundred years later, after dying and coming back to life again and again, he finally chanced upon and swallowed a drop of blood left behind by the Demon God of Karma. From that moment on, a terrifying ant tide swept through the Primordial World. Countless years later... “Watch your step!” came the warning from a Primordial World elder. “Why?” “If you accidentally step on one of that senior’s descendants, you won’t be able to repay that karmic debt in ten lifetimes.” “Ten lifetimes? Hah, who would believe that?” “Amitabha. He speaks the truth. When I was sweeping the grounds at Mount Lingshan, I accidentally stepped on one. I have reincarnated ten times since then and lived virtuously in nine of those lives, yet I still haven’t escaped that karmic debt...” “People often say that all beings beneath the sages are mere ants. But who would have thought that even the sages would think twice before provoking this ant?”