He Ming traveled through the prehistoric times and became the Lord of the Sea of Blood, Ancestor Styx. Of course, as a time traveler, you must have a system!
Wait, aren't you just giving this a novice gift pack? Minghe looked at the twelfth-grade karma red lotus at his feet, the Northern Xuanyuan Water Control Flag in his hand, his gaze, and the two swords of Yuantu and Abi, they were all top-grade innate spiritual treasures.
Styx rolled his eyes, "This gift package is too shabby. You are a system after all, why can't you be more generous? Look at other people's systems. They give you Chaos Beads at the beginning. You are just a low-grade spiritual treasure. If your colleagues next door see it, they think you can't afford it?"
You use this to test cadres. Which cadre cannot withstand such a test?
This system requires him to collect heavenly materials and earthly treasures to exchange for rewards, and it also mocks him for his lack of heels and feet. At most, he is a quasi-sage?
He Ming's backhand was a report: "God's way, there are extraterrestrial demons camouflaging the system to invade!"
From then on, he refined the essence and blood of the Demon Ancestor to create the clone of the Son of Blood, Ming Luo; he warmed and nourished the World-Destroying Black Lotus and laid out the innate gourd vine.
Ten thousand years later, the Zixiao Palace lecture began. When the prehistoric great power was still lost in the chaos, He Ming stepped on the red lotus of karma and sat firmly on the fifth purple futon - next to Sanqing, opposite to Nuwa, this holy throne, I, Styx, have taken my seat!
