I, Luo Mingyuan, a transmigrator from the 21st century, try from the start to lie low on Mount Sumeru, but there’s no way to keep a low profile!
I reach into my pocket for something to eat and pull out a Twelfth-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus.
The black lotus recognizes me as its master, and my memories return. Holy crap! I’m the Demon Ancestor Luohou?!
The unlucky guy destined to fight Hongjun to the death and perish completely?
No! I have to change the script!
Hongjun wants to merge with the Heavenly Dao? I’ll merge with it first!
The Three Pure Ones want to become disciples? I’ll take Tongtian and Yuanshi as personal disciples. Taishang? You look quite pleased with yourself for stealing your brothers’ origins. Get up.
Jieyin and Zhunti are shameless? What a coincidence, I’m the Demon Ancestor, so I’m even more shameless. Become my disciples, and remember: torment outsiders all you like, but if you fight among yourselves, I’ll break your legs!
I mediate the Dragon-Han Tribulation, take charge of the Witch-Demon War, and direct the Investiture of the Gods and the Journey to the West.
While Hongjun painstakingly cultivates with a broken Fragment of the Jade Disc of Creation, I pull out a complete one.
He needs spiritual treasures to sever his Three Corpses. I sever four corpses without needing a thing.
He says the Immortal Dao is orthodox. I laugh: this time, the Demonic Dao rules the heavens!
Then one day, I merge with the Heavenly Dao and look down upon all living beings in the Primordial World:
“From now on, the rules of my Luohou are the rules of the Primordial World.”
“I’ll fix this broken Primordial World.”
“I’ll take the top-dog seat.”
