Zhang Hao transmigrated to the Primordial World and became the supreme ruler of the Three Realms, God Haotian!
But being God was far too miserable:
The Heavenly Court was deserted, the Sages’ disciples all looked down their noses at him, the Investiture of the Gods calamity was about to begin, and he was still the scapegoat personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor!
“Damn it! Whoever wants this God job can have it. I just want to stay alive!”
Fortunately, he awakened the Myriad Transformations Mirror: he could create unlimited clones, and his true body could never die! From then on:
Watching the Ten Ultimate Formation? Send a clone to cheer from the sidelines!
Signing the Investiture in Zixiao Palace? Make a clone bow and scrape like a coward!
The Zhuxian Sword Formation wreaking havoc on the Primordial World? Stay home with the true body and eat peaches!
Yuanshi Tianzun: “Haotian is useless. All he does is send clones to take the fall!”
Tongtian Jiaozhu: “That coward is too scared to face anything. How is he fit to be God?”
Dao Ancestor Hongjun: “Haotian! The tribulation is near. Where is your true body?”
Then, one day, chaotic sword energy tore through the Primordial World. As the immortals jeered and cursed him,
a Heavenly Soldier casually shattered the apocalyptic calamity and lazily raised his head:
“Dao Ancestor, stop calling. My true body…”
