Honghuang: Something Is Off About This Human Emperor

Wang Lin opens his eyes to find himself in a chaotic prehistoric world, where immortals and gods fill the skies and monsters roam the land. To top it off, he has become the last Human Emperor recorded in ancient texts. He immediately says, “I’m in the prehistoric era, and I’m King Zhou. How am I supposed to survive? Please help, this is urgent…”

Fortunately, the ancients weren’t lying: transmigrators always get a golden finger.

“Ding!”

Your hostility with Saint Jieyin has reached 100. You have received an Innate Spiritual Treasure: the Twelve-Grade Golden Lotus of Merit.

Your hostility with the Heavenly Worthy of Primordial Beginning has reached 100. You have received the supreme art: Creation Manipulation.

Your affinity with Saint Nuwa has reached 100. You have received an Innate Spiritual Treasure: a red belly apron… Ahem, the Red Embroidered Ball!

Looking at the immortals and gods filling the sky and the demons and monsters covering the land, Wang Lin grins. “Heh heh heh…”

The prehistoric powerhouses clutch their purses. “Stay away from us!”

“Who on earth made him Human Emperor?!” Dao Ancestor Hongjun tugs at his drafty robe and says.