I transmigrated into the Primordial World, where powerful beings are everywhere.
Others rely on talent to cultivate immortality. I rely on shamelessness and a heart of stone.
When Hongjun lectures, I grab a seat up front to reap the benefits. When the Wu and Yao clans go to war, I play both sides and plead my case to profit from them.
Can't beat a Sage? No problem. I'll start by talking his disciple into a stupor.
Can't get my hands on a magical treasure? No problem. I'll sneak up and club someone while they're badly wounded.
While the Six Sages battle for supremacy, I dance back and forth through the cracks.
They laugh that all I do is use underhanded tricks. I laugh that they don't understand what it means to be a true big shot: staying alive longer than everyone else.
Then one day, the Heavenly Dao unleashes the immeasurable calamity, and they finally realize…
The fate of the entire Primordial World has long been in my grasp.
