Others transmigrate to the Primordial World: born alongside supreme treasures, with Saints at their side.
Ling Yun transmigrates to the Primordial World: a menial servant, with an ordinary root and a mortal body.
Fortunately, there’s always a way out. His golden finger may be late, but it has finally arrived.
What? Making friends can make me stronger? Fellow Daoist, Please Stay!
Ninth-grade spiritual roots? I’ve got every attribute! Five-Element spiritual veins? I have them all!
Racial bloodlines, divine abilities, innate talents...
If my friends have it, I have it too. And if they don’t, I still do!
Hongyun: “This young man is sincere. He can be my friend.”
[Ding! Obtained the divine ability ‘Ten Thousand Miles in a Breath’]
Houtu: “He understands my compassion. He is truly a kindred spirit.”
[Ding! Obtained the talent ‘Earth Bloodline’]
When the great tribulation began, the Saints were shocked to discover that the fortune of the calamity was flowing toward a single person.
Yuanshi Tianzun: “This man has friends throughout the Primordial World. He must be killed!”
Ling Yun: “Fellow Daoist, don’t panic. You’re on my friends list too.”
