Honghuang: I Am Buzhou Mountain, Pangu's Eldest Son!

[Primordial world + behind-the-scenes scheming + wild imagination]

After transmigrating to the primordial world, Lin Buzhou became Buzhou Mountain.

Bound to a sign-in System, he had so many spiritual treasures that they wouldn't fit in his storeroom. But Lin Buzhou couldn't even leave his home: if he moved, the sky would collapse.

He had planned to lie flat in peace until the end of time, until one day, three lost young men knocked on his mountain gate.

Lin Buzhou casually poured them a few cups of tea. After drinking, they fell to their knees: “Your Dao is sublime, Senior! We wish to become your disciples!”

Lin Buzhou casually tossed them a few pieces of “junk.” They clutched them in trembling hands: “An innate supreme treasure... Senior, thank you for your boundless kindness!”

Lin Buzhou made a few offhand remarks about the calamity cycle. Their faces changed dramatically: “So that's how it is! We understand!”

Later, the Witch-Demon War grew so bloody that Gonggong charged headfirst into Lin Buzhou's mountainside...

Lin Buzhou didn't budge. Gonggong went flying 108,000 li.

In the Zixiao Palace, Hongjun's deductions made him cough up blood. “What on earth is this variable?”

Deep underground, Luohou's residual soul trembled in fear. “What kind of thing did I provoke back then...?”

Lin Buzhou looked at the sky, then the earth, then at the Sages, Demon Emperors, and Ancestral Shamans filling his courtyard, all begging him for “guidance.” He sighed helplessly:

“I'm really just a mountain that can't move.”