Transmigrated as Hongjun: The Primordial World Is So Weak, I Dare Not Even Breathe

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He transmigrated and instantly became the Primordial Sovereign? Hongjun had barely finished laughing when the “shrunk-down prehistoric world” beneath his feet put him firmly in his place.

He looked toward Mount Buzhou, which resembled a tiny pillar, where Taiyi and the Twelve Ancestral Witches were facing off as usual.

Dijiang charged toward Taiyi, each step one-tenth slower than a snail. When Taiyi tossed the Chaos Bell hanging around his neck at him, Dijiang failed to dodge in time, tripped over a pebble rolling down Mount Buzhou, and landed in a tumble right in front of the other eleven Ancestral Witches.

“Brothers, Taiyi ambushed our eldest! Get him!”

Unable to bear the sight, Hongjun turned toward Mount Kunlun, which was made of a pile of rubble. There, the Three Pure Ones wobbled through the air as if they might crash at any second. Hongjun shook his head. They called this the prehistoric world?

Hongjun merely moved his body, and the prehistoric world looked ready to die.

He was afraid that one breath from him would make the whole world disappear.

Hongjun stared in confusion. “What the hell is this supposed to be?”

The Great Dao appeared and shouted, “That’s right, that’s right!”

“Right” my foot.

“There’s a path you can take: lead the prehistoric world back to its supreme heights.”

“Let’s do it, of course!”

With a casual “I’ll take you flying,” the Great Dao sent him straight into the bottomless pit of Myriad-World Clones to reclaim the scattered origins of the prehistoric world.

Countless ages later, Hongjun smiled faintly. “Who else?”

The Dao Ancestor is truly brilliant.