Others who transmigrate to the Primordial World are either disciples of saints or born with extraordinary roots. Me, Yang Jian? I start in a hopeless dead end! My mother is imprisoned beneath Peach Mountain, my sister and I have only each other, and the Celestial Court has a warrant out for my arrest. Then I casually joined a “Myriad Worlds chat group.” While the great powers of the Primordial World are still scheming over fortune, I can already trade beast milk from the world of Shi Hao to Ying Zheng for the murderous aura of a million elite soldiers! While Haotian Shangdi gazes down upon the Three Realms, I can draw on the laws of the myriad heavens and invent divine abilities of my own! Yu Ding Zhenren says there is a flaw in my Dao heart and that obsession will turn me into a demon. I only smile. My obsession is to overthrow these damn Heavenly Laws! Years later, with Ao Ling, who fought a bloody battle for me in the Dragon Palace, held in one arm and my halberd pointed at Lingxiao Palace, I ask, “Little sister, do you think this swing of my halberd can split Peach Mountain?”
Kneel down and beg a man to go up, and it will be great if the man goes up to the top. Some novels kneel down and beg a man to go up to practice the mythical Daluo method. You see how powerful the man is in the gong gong.