Farming in a Primitive Tribe, and You Call This the Primordial World?

Jiang Chen transmigrates to a primitive tribe where wild men roam everywhere and giant beasts hold sway.

To avoid getting eaten, he has no choice but to grit his teeth and enter survival mode.

He teaches the wild men how to make fire by drilling wood, how to bake bricks and build houses, and how to grow the five staple grains.

Along the way, he gives names to the tribe's cleverest little "brats":

"You play with fire all day, so from now on, your name is Zhurong."

"You like kneading clay, so from now on, your name is Nuwa."

"You like staring at the sun. Dijun seems like a good name for you."

Jiang Chen thinks he's just leading primitive people toward civilization.

Until one day, an old man called "Hongjun" falls from the sky, grabs his leg, and begs to learn "cultivation to immortality."

Jiang Chen suddenly realizes the truth.

What the heck? This isn't primitive society. This is the dawn of creation, the primordial world!

Even worse, as he looks at the "brats" in his courtyard, who have all become saints, Jiang Chen panics:

"I'm really just a mortal. Don't come any closer!"

Years later, the Heavenly Dao awakens. Seeing high-rise buildings all over the land and primordial gods and demons eating hotpot and singing, it falls into deep thought.