I transmigrated into the Primordial World and became an utterly ordinary little boy responsible for sweeping the Dao Ancestor’s Zixiao Palace.
I thought I’d landed a secure job, but who could have guessed the Dao Ancestor would start laying people off?
To protect myself, I secretly wrote A Guide to the Rat Race of the Primordial World, just to vent a little.
On the very first day, Perfected Yuding blocked my door and begged for an update, saying his disciple Yang Jian needed it to split open a mountain and save his mother.
On the second day, the Three Pure Ones came to see me in person and solemnly asked if I could spoil the next chapter.
On the third day, the Dao Ancestor himself quietly summoned me to the back courtyard. “Young friend, are you updating?”
Staring at the flood of faith-power donations pouring in through my dashboard, I fell into deep thought: Can this story ever actually end?
This is my first time writing a book, so I give myself a five-star review 😄