Honghuang: From the Start, I Drank Milk on a Cushion in the Purple Cloud Palace

[Beloved by All in the Primordial World + Extreme Contrast and Cuteness + Healing Power Fantasy] Ningning transmigrates and becomes a human toddler who can barely walk and does nothing but smack her lips. She assumes she won't survive three seconds in the Primordial World, crawling with gods and demons. But who could have guessed that she is the embodiment of the Heart of the Great Dao, blessed with conceptual-level affinity? The gods and buddhas throughout the heavens can't bring themselves to hurt her. All they want to do is spoil her! The gates of the Purple Cloud Palace open, and three thousand mighty figures fight tooth and nail for a place inside. Ningning toddles forward on her little legs, climbs onto the foremost meditation cushion in full view of everyone, tugs on Taishang Laojun's beard, and chomps on the Primordial Violet Qi like it's cotton candy. From that day on, the whole style of the Primordial World is turned upside down. The aloof Hongjun transforms into a grandpa who's obsessed with his granddaughter, even changing the laws of Heaven just to get a new baby formula recipe. The most fearsome fighter, Sect Master Tongtian, stops setting up the Immortal Slaying Formation and spends all day trying to turn Innate Spiritual Treasures into children's rattles. The haughty Yuanshi Tianzun becomes a full-time dad, casually whipping out the Pangu Banner just to sweep dust off the floor for the little one. Any malice directed at Ningning is forcibly made adorable. World-destroying tribulations turn into dazzling fireworks, and ferocious divine beasts become gentle mounts. “Whoever dares lay a hand on my precious Ningning is making an enemy of the Myriad Worlds and the entire cosmos of the Great Dao!” Taishang Laojun looks at the sweet potatoes Ningning tossed into the Eight Trigrams Furnace and adjusts the heat with tears in his eyes. “Little ancestor, this is a furnace for refining sacred weapons. You're using it to roast sweet potatoes?” “...So delicious!” Here, there are no schemes or backstabbing, only the heartwarming daily sight of the mighty figures of the entire Primordial World lining up to raise the child together from afar.