I, the Honghuang Lamp God, Command the Flames of Inheritance

Ding Hong transmigrated into the Primordial World and became an utterly ordinary Lamp God.

Ding Hong thought his future would consist of hanging in a corner of a great hall, occasionally appearing before people to grant their wishes.

What he didn’t know was this:

The Sage Nuwa had glimpsed a fragment of the future in the ancestral flame passed down among humanity: the immortal path of humankind had been severed.

The peerless beauty who often snuck off to drink his lamp oil was Lady Nuwa herself.

The red cloud she rescued from the dregs of his lamp oil was Ancestor Hongyun, who could reverse cause and effect.

The black residue he scooped up from the oil was the Chaos Pearl, a supreme treasure of chaos.

The giant egg he spotted at the bottom of the lamp oil was Luohou, returned from the depths of time…

Years later.

Lady Nuwa: “Senior, are you really just a Lamp God?”

Ding Hong smiled. “A lamp that gathers the kindling of karma is still a lamp.”