It’s Just a Game, So Why Has the Primordial World Gone Off the Rails?

Lin Qingxuan receives a mysterious online game called Primordial Origins. The graphics are pretty good, but the developers must not have been thinking straight. There isn’t even a tutorial. Who taught them to make games like this? Mythical monsters are everywhere, and they won’t even let players exploit the terrain? Lin Qingxuan: “No tutorial? Then I’ll just figure things out myself!” And so the entire Primordial World went off the rails. Spirit pets, spiritual roots, spirit treasures: hand them all over! I’m collecting everything! Hey, you won’t give them up?! Even better. I’m playing a game, and you NPCs think you can bully me? Fine, fine. You’re strong, are you? Just wait until I reload my save! Hey! You’ve got a health bar now, right? Hongjun is utterly baffled. “Just who is this young man? Why can’t even the Heavenly Dao see through his origins? Could he really be immortal?” Taiqing: “Why does Daoist Qingxuan always vanish as mysteriously as a dragon?” Yuanshi: “This guy has no morals. Stay away from him...” Tongtian: “How can one person have so much nerve!?” After the two Western sages spend all night settling their accounts... Zhunti: “Senior brother, I can’t shake the feeling that we’ve been living in someone’s shadow this whole time...” Jieyin gazes at him reverently. “Don’t say that. I revere the Dao Venerable!” Nuwa sounds exasperated. “Fellow Daoist, are you stealing things?” “Wait, I was just playing a game. How did it become real?”