Little Ancestor of Maoshan: Five-Year-Old Celestial Master, One-Shotting Every Zombie

In a zombie-ravaged apocalypse, the strongest Celestial Master turns out to be a toddler?

Mo Chenxing transmigrates into a zombie-ravaged apocalypse and becomes a five-year-old boy taken in by the Maoshan Ancestor.

His seniority is terrifying: the sect leader has to bow to him, Uncle Jiu calls him Junior Granduncle, and Wencai and Qiusheng kneel and address him as Grandmaster.

While everyone else relies on peachwood swords to subdue demons, he awakens the Divine Beast Raising System from the start:

A little stray cat he picks up by the roadside evolves overnight into the sacred beast White Tiger. Even the Zombie King gets slapped twice before it can leave.

The little black dog he casually rescues turns out to have the bloodline of a Hellhound. A single blast of its Netherworld Black Flame makes century-old zombies wail for their mothers.

A zombie bites someone? One injection from him clears all the corpse poison, and maxes out his medical skills to boot.

A feng shui master lays a deadly trap? He counters with the Five-Thunder Annihilating Palm. Thunder crashes overhead, and evil spirits kneel and call him their ancestor.

Uncle Jiu looks at the century-old hairy zombie he just slapped into the ground and asks in a trembling voice:

“Junior Granduncle... are you really only five?”

Mo Chenxing nibbles on the osmanthus cake Ren Tingting gave him and blinks:

“I may be little, but that doesn’t stop me from killing zombies in an instant.”