Reborn in the Primordial World: The Earth Book Kidnapped Me from the Start

Absurd Primordial World

Reborn in the Primordial World, Zheng Yuan was bound by the Book of the Earth from the start!

He became Zhen Yuanzi, and the Book of the Earth became a life-and-death contract. If the earth’s ley lines collapsed, he would die. The countdown: three epochs.

Zheng Yuan understood.

In the Primordial World, the strong made the rules. So he would play by none of them!

Endure in silence? That was a dead end. He chose to flip the table instead!

Once the Book of the Earth opened, his life became bound to the Primordial World’s ley lines. A Golden Immortal dared to touch him? Go ahead and try.

And so the whole world went completely off the rails.

Zhunti tried to scheme against him with a bodhi seed, so Zheng Yuan planted it and grew it into a Bodhi Dao Tree.

When he established the Earthly Dao, he forcibly took thirty percent of Mount Sumeru’s essence.

Zhunti came to demand an explanation, only to be trapped on Mount Wanshou. With a deeply troubled expression, he asked, “Where’s my bodhi seed?”

Zheng Yuan sipped his tea and asked in return, “You wanted a bodhi seed. What does that have to do with my Bodhi Dao Tree?”

Someone said Wuyi Mountain’s enlightenment tea was good? He simply moved the whole mountain.

With the formerly changed-natured Hongyun at his side, they fought shoulder to shoulder from the foot of the mountain to its peak.

Two against a hundred? The advantage is ours!

During the calamity of the Investiture of the Gods, he seized Tongtian in the Zhuxian Formation:

“The Jie Sect must not fall. Come to my Earthly Court and start anew!”

From then on, the Earthly Court had a Saint who was also the progenitor of military arts.

On the Journey to the West, the monkey who had wreaked havoc in Heaven became a guardian of Mount Wanshou.

When the Heavenly Dao sent down its punishment,

Zheng Yuan wiped the golden blood from the corner of his mouth. Behind him stood Houtu, whose reincarnation was imperishable; Tongtian, whose sword intent pierced the heavens; Hongyun, blazing with fury; and the entire Earthly Court.

He raised his head to the sky and asked, “If fate is ordained by Heaven, why should I accept it?”

“Ancestor Hongjun, fellow cultivators. If I die today, the ley lines stretching across millions of miles of the Primordial World will be buried with me.”

Can you bear the consequences of this karma?

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