With the Chaos Orb in Hand, I Can Take on Three Thousand Small Worlds as My Disciples

Pangu's legitimate son reached the sky and grew up in the palm of Taoist ancestor Hongjun. His pure Taoist heart did not know sorrow. Qingping's sword sounds like jade and the capital is warm, but it's unexpected that blood and fire are thick in the ancient times. In order to prevent my little disciple from being deceived and losing all his bones, Master sent me to the small world for training. Ps: The work contains a lot of personal settings. If you see it is different from ordinary novels, please forgive me.