I, the Evil Energy from the Sky Suppresses All the Ways in the Wild

Traveling through the wilderness, I became the first evil spirit in the world. Pangu opened the sky, and evil spirits were raging. Lin Xuan woke up, only to find that he had become the evil spirit that was about to be suppressed to death by the Chaos Bell. Fortunately, the [Supreme Choice System] was activated in time. [Option 1: Comply with the suppression and be rewarded with a ray of merit (posthumous pension). [Option 2: Struggling to survive will be rewarded with a tattered spiritual treasure. [Option 3: Go against the will of heaven, suppress the Chaos Bell, swallow all the evil spirits, and emerge in form! Lin Xuan did not hesitate: "I choose three!" From then on, there was an additional "variable" who shuttled between calamities. The ferocious beast measured calamity, he devoured the gods, and became famous throughout history; During the first catastrophe of the Long Han Dynasty, he secretly planned to seize the heritage of the three clans; He watched from the sidelines during the battle between Tao and Demon, but he collected all the treasures such as the Four Immortal Swords and the God-killing Spear. Hongjun worked hard in Zixiao Palace to practice the method of killing three corpses. Lin Xuan had traveled to Buzhou Mountain, offered sacrifices to Pangu, and received fragments of the jade plate as a gift. Hongjun is planning to become a saint through meritorious deeds, while Lin Xuan has found the Three Immortals Island overseas, smelting the Chaos Beads, and promoted the world inside his body to the Small Thousand Worlds of Chaos! When Hongjun finally completes his merits and is about to combine his body with Taoism to become the first saint in the world... The coercion of Hunyuan Dao Fruit, which is superior to the way of heaven, envelopes the entire prehistoric world! Lin Xuan was sitting on the white lotus of the Pure World, with the tall trees behind him supporting the world of chaos, and the road to the ruins surrounding him, as if all the heavens and worlds were about to come to an end at his feet. His eyes were calm, looking thirty-three days away: "Fellow Daoist Hongjun, you, a saint, are a little late."