Transmigrating to the Primordial World: Hongjun Is My Unorthodox Clone

[Semi-invincible + behind-the-scenes scheming + no saintly do-gooder + no heroine + prehistoric fantasy + original] After transmigrating as a being of primordial chaos, he finds that the primordial world has yet to be created, and everything is just beginning. Who says a being of primordial chaos can’t attain the ultimate? Who says the primordial world is doomed to perish? I, Daoist Jiuyuan, refuse to accept that. How could my things ever break? Transmigrator: “System Dad, this isn’t right. This isn’t the primordial world! I want to go home. I quit!” Nobody told me the worlds beyond the primordial world would be so colorful and diverse! What am I supposed to do? I think I’ve turned this into a space opera!