Traveling through the end of the Longhan Tribulation and becoming a pangolin on the verge of death, Li Pingan's prehistoric career started in hell mode.
There is no system, no innate treasure, only a broken "Kun Yuan Yun Ling Chapter" and a "Chronicle of Great Events" from later generations.
He knows very well that in this world of chess games where Daluo Jinxian is like an ant, recklessness equals death, and the plot of Shuangwen is purely fictional. The only way is to walk on thin ice and make a decision before taking action.
As a result, there was a "good old man" in the prehistoric world who seemed harmless to humans and animals and made friends everywhere.
He helped the Qilin survivors collect their bones, exchanged feathers with the fallen descendants of the Wind Phoenix, picked up "rags" on the edge of the Dao Demon battlefield, asked Zhen Yuanzi about the way of earth veins, performed discipleship rituals for the Sanqing, and even "accidentally" destroyed several early layouts of the Second Saint of the West...
Long Han, Lich, Conferred God... He seems to be drifting with the tide, always struggling to survive in the gaps of history.
Until the eve of the journey to the west, the saints were shocked to discover that Li Ping'an, who had always been smiling and with "mediocre" strength, had quietly laid secrets all over the three realms. He stood behind the scenes, holding a jade slip titled "Anti-Hongjun Tiandao Monopoly Plan" and baring his fangs to the gods and gods.
"Fellow Taoist, times have changed. Let's change the method of measuring the tribulation this time."
