Simultaneous Transmigration: Why Are We All in the Primordial Era?

“Beep! Beep!”

A blinding white light flashed, and I was reborn. In this life, my name was still Wang Teng. Heavenly signs appeared at my birth: golden radiance swept across the sky, gods and Buddhas lowered their eyes, demons bowed their heads, and all living things celebrated. An old geezer crossed billions of miles of starry sky to bring me to the Qingyang Ancient Sect. I was exceptionally talented, and from then on I bore the title of a future Great Emperor. Wait, a future Great Emperor??? Wang Teng? What the heck is this?

Fortunately, long live the dump truck! My true spirit was split into countless pieces. Talents, insights into the Dao, and resources were all shared. But… why aren’t there any experts? Everyone just wants to lie flat!

Qilin Wang Teng: “Good news: I’m the direct grandson of an Ancient Emperor. Bad news: the old Qilin geezer faked his death, and all the clan’s reserves are sealed inside divine source!”

Divine Mark Violet Gold Wang Teng: “Brothers, by the time you hear this, I’ll be about to be dug up. Someone powerful, come save me!”