No System, no transmigration: a prehistoric-world story about tracing one's roots.
A single stone runs through Investiture of the Gods and Journey to the West, and even shapes the present. In the Age of Dharma Decline, how can one set foot upon the heavens?
The poor country boy Zhang Dongyang is born into humble circumstances. Though clever and talented, he never gets a chance to stand out. When he grows up, he can only make money through shady dealings. His line of work? Running a fraud syndicate!
One misfortune follows another, but luckily he has two good brothers to help him out.
Through a twist of fate, Zhao Gongming takes a liking to him and accepts him as an unofficial disciple. But in the Age of Dharma Decline, he cannot cultivate normally. See how he rises from humble beginnings, shatters the void in Earth's little world, storms the Immortal Realm, and destroys the Supreme Ones!
Kindness? Doesn't exist.
Integrity? You've got to be kidding!
Better that fellow Daoists die than I do!
It's good that there is no system. I've been feeling a little tired of aesthetics lately. It's getting better and better now, looking forward to the border competition