This is an age of collapsing order and rampant calamity.
An indescribable “miasma” is consuming the world. Humanity can only huddle behind the high walls protected by “anchors,” barely keeping their sanity with suppressants.
An Qiu transmigrated here and became the lowest-ranking D-class “cleaner” in the Investigation Bureau, tasked with clearing monster corpses from battlefields. Elite ability users sneer at him, and at any moment the miasma could assimilate him and turn him into a monster.
Then, one day, the highest-grade anchor shattered. An Old One, too terrible to behold, descended. Just as the whole city fell into despair...
A furious roar rang out in An Qiu's mind: “You filthy things think you can run wild on my turf?!”
【The Primordial Source responds: Divine Proxy, Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong!】
The Golden Cudgel rose, and the miasma scattered!
For everyone else, fighting calamities is about survival. For An Qiu, it's about “slaying demons and exorcising evil.”
When he transformed his left hand into Zhulong and took control of time, and his right hand into the Eastern Emperor to suppress the void, everyone realized in terror: he alone was the Primordial World!
“What calamity source? It's just another dish to go with my Primordial World collection.”
