[Behind-the-Scenes Flow] [Invincible Flow] [Plot-Driven Flow] [Chaotic Flow]
After transmigrating into the Primordial World, Xuan Chu became the fourth primordial spirit of Great God Pangu.
Other people cultivate immortality through grueling practice. I cultivate immortality with nothing but cultivation levels and a pen.
The moment I opened my eyes, three innate wills took up residence in me, and I stood at the pinnacle of the Myriad Worlds:
Above all people, above the heavens!
Other transmigrators are still cautiously lying low and building their strength, afraid of being caught up in a calamity and reduced to dust.
But Xuan Chu, with nothing better to do, flipped through the Primordial World's script and frowned:
What kind of nonsense is this?
Dao Ancestor Hongjun wants to unite with the Heavenly Dao and attain the peak of sainthood?
Sure, I'll make it happen.
With a few strokes of my mighty pen, I added a line of fine print to the Heavenly Dao contract:
[To unite with the Dao, you must carry Luo Hou's true body on your back, then walk from the foot of Kunlun Mountain, kowtowing at every step, all the way to the gates of Zixiao Palace.]
The next second, the assembled saints watched in horror as Dao Ancestor... really knelt down!
The Wu and Yao clans are fighting themselves into a frenzy and preparing for a decisive battle?
Hold on, everyone stop!
If we're going to fight, let's make it a big one.
With a casual stroke, I changed the script to [A War for Supremacy Between the Wu, Yao, and Human Clans].
The human race, which had been trembling in fear just moments ago, was inexplicably kicked onto the game board by me.
The leaders of the three clans looked at one another in confusion:
...Who wrote this script?
Changing a little is still changing it, and changing it all is still changing it.
The Dao Ancestor's kneeling pose needs changing, the Wu and Yao clans' script needs changing, the saints' positions need changing, and the Heavenly Dao's rules need changing too.
The entire epic history of the Primordial World was altered beyond recognition. Calamities became farces, and saints became pawns.
Until one day, a colossal hand that blotted out the sky gently pressed against the barrier of the Heavenly Dao.
All living beings looked up in terror, but could see only five words!
I'm changing everything
