Honghuang: I Fell into a Barbecue Stall from the Start

Transported to 2167, an age when martial arts have made a comeback, I was pulled into the primordial wilderness by an ancient bronze mirror.

There was no sun overhead, only countless fireballs. The earth beneath my feet was scorched and cracked, with not a blade of grass to be found.

The mirror puffed out gray mist and told me to collect strange flames to unlock cultivation templates. Before Pangu created the world, had someone put this place in barbecue mode?