He Ming transmigrated into the Primordial World and became Ancestor Minghe, lord of the Sea of Blood. Of course, as a transmigrator, he had to get a System!
Wait, this is all you give me for a beginner's gift pack? Minghe looked at the Twelfth-Grade Karma Fire Red Lotus beneath his feet, the Northern Dark Origin Water-Control Banner in his hand, and the Yuantu and Abi Swords before him. They were all top-grade innate spiritual treasures.
Minghe rolled his eyes. “This gift pack is so stingy. You're a System, can't you be a little more generous? Look at other people's Systems, they give you a Chaos Pearl right from the start. You only gave me a low-grade spiritual treasure. If the competition next door sees this, they'll think you can't handle the game!”
You hand a cadre such a small offering and expect them to pass the test? Which cadre could resist a temptation like this?
The System even wanted him to gather rare treasures from Heaven and Earth in exchange for rewards, and mocked him for having an inadequate foundation and never being able to reach more than the Quasi-Sage realm?
He Ming immediately filed a report: “Heavenly Dao above, an extraterrestrial demon has disguised itself as a System and infiltrated our world!”
From then on, he refined the Demon Ancestor's essence blood to create a blood-god clone named Mingluo, nurtured the Annihilation Black Lotus, and laid plans around the Innate Gourd Vine.
Ten thousand years later, the Purple Heaven Palace opened its doors for a lecture. While the Primordial World's great powers were still lost in Chaos, He Ming stood firmly on the fifth purple cushion, Karma Fire Red Lotus beneath his feet. He was next to the Three Pure Ones and across from Nuwa. This seat of sainthood was his, and Minghe would claim it!
