After transmigrating into the high-level Primordial World for a hundred thousand years, I wiped out all one hundred thousand transmigrators who tried to seize my body.
Only then did I remember: this weak body of mine was just a disposable avatar my Great Luo true self had fashioned out of boredom.
I can’t undo the seals, and I’ve got none of my cultivation left, but I’m still happy to lie flat:
After all, no one in the Myriad Worlds would dare touch my secret identity.
Today, I’ll start by opening the Great Luo Myriad Heavens chat network and seeing what’s going on.
