Honghuang: I Trample Mount Ling, and the Saints Call Me Ancestor

“Master, someone's picking on me!”

“Who dares lay a hand on my disciple?”

Lin Xuan transmigrated into the Primordial World and became a mysterious rogue cultivator who had lived in seclusion for countless ages.

He planned to tend his fields and cultivate in peace, but unexpectedly took in a monkey as his disciple.

The monkey was gifted, yet his fate was full of misery: imprisoned for five hundred years, manipulated into undertaking a pilgrimage, then beaten to death and replaced by an impostor!

“My disciple is dead? And someone dares impersonate him to claim the reward?”

Lin Xuan was furious.

His fury brought down half of the Lingxiao Palace in Heaven.

His fury turned the Great Thunderclap Temple on Spirit Mountain into a river of blood.

When two Saints descended to stop him, they fell to their knees and wept. “Spare us, Master! We were foolish disciples back then!”

The Heavenly Dao sent down Purple Firmament Divine Thunder?

Lin Xuan swallowed it in one gulp. “Too bland. Not powerful enough.”

He reversed the river of time and forcibly brought his beloved disciple back to life!

“Wukong, your master is here to take you home.”