Traveling through the prehistoric times, he became Haotian, the little boy serving tea and water beside ancestor Hongjun. Others who traveled through time were either saints or reincarnations of great powers. It was better for me to serve as a waiter for Taozu. What's even more outrageous is that there is a [Tiandao Performance Appraisal System] in my mind, which sends me KPI tasks every day, and if I can't complete them, my luck will be deducted. The first task: secretly learn at least one of the Three Thousand Great Ways when Hongjun is preaching. The problem is, all the three thousand guest disciples are dozing off. If I, the tea server, understand it, wouldn't the scene be a bit too explosive? What's even more terrible is that the system told me that according to the original fate line, Haotian finally became the emperor of heaven but became the biggest tool and was played like a monkey by the saints of the three religions. In this life, no one wants me to be used as a decoration. Conferring tribulation to the gods? I started planning three thousand years in advance. Are the Six Saints bullying me? I asked them to kneel down and work for Heaven. Ancestor Hongjun: This child is becoming more and more difficult to see through...
