Honghuang: I Welded Hongjun to the Zixiao Palace from the Start

Chaos winds roared past, carrying fragments of space and time. Su Mo huddled behind a cracked basalt boulder as the soles of his sneakers corroded in the dark purple chaos energy. He clutched his phone, its screen glowing faintly. It was the only familiar thing he had after transmigrating to the Primordial World.