The Tongtian Sage's second disciple, and the Nether River Patriarch's eldest nephew.
Made a name for himself in the Purple Sky Palace, and kept watch on Mount Kunlun.
Dreamed his way into the Sumeru holy realm, and put out the lights in the Eight Views Palace.
Acted boldly before Nuwa, and went wild beneath the Jade Void's roof.
The clash between an ordinary person's way of thinking and the laws of the Primordial World...
In the Purple Sky Palace, the six seats in front had already been assigned.
Wenzi tugged his uncle forward and casually pulled out a cushion. "Uncle, I made this cushion myself. Sit down and rest."
Dao Ancestor Hongjun appeared and looked at the people below. Forget it, let's just leave things as they are!
Scene One
Laozi: "You haven't been looking well lately. Has something gone wrong with your cultivation again?"
Wenzi: "You know me, Eldest Martial Uncle. I've always been frail. I'm the very definition of someone who couldn't hurt a fly. And now I've caught a chill, so I'm even... Achoo!"
With that sneeze, the lamps in the Eight Views Palace went out.
Laozi: "You call that being unable to hurt a fly?"
Scene Two
Yuanshi: "A great tribulation is about to descend upon heaven and earth. Its calamity qi is spreading, and even the sages cannot clearly see the course of the Primordial World. But I will do my utmost to make plans for all of you so that you may survive this tribulation."
Wenzi pulled a brass gong out in the mountains. With a sharp clang, he yelled at the top of his lungs: "The air is dry and the weather is hot, mind the candles and lamps!"
The calamity qi vanished from Mount Kunlun. Looking at the twelve Golden Immortals under his command, four of whom had Buddha's light swirling behind their heads, the Heavenly Venerable Yuanshi fell silent.
Unable to bear the sight, the Heavenly Venerable Yuanshi turned his head to avoid this infuriating scene, only to nearly be blinded by the dazzling Buddha's light shining from Ran Deng beside him.
Wenzi, a modern young man, transmigrated into the Primordial World as a mosquito...
Theme: Make the best of whatever comes your way
To put it euphemistically: the winning rate in fighting with a saint is only half. A pertinent statement: The combat power is equivalent to that of a saint.
It's been a long time since I've seen a Honghuang novel. Overall it's pretty good, especially the setting is very different, but the protagonist's character is very tangled. I hope you will continue to work hard!
Wenzi's sect is gradually expanding... The power is gradually growing... He himself has three avatars: Wenxuan, Wenming, and Wenhua. Each avatar has the ability to fight a saint. Civilization is an existence comparable to the way of heaven in the prehistoric world. The senior disciples included Meng Boyangcu, Shennong Shentu, Boyi Kao Shilong, and Mao Ye, the ancestor of Taoism. Yang Ju is in charge of reincarnation, Shen Tu is the emperor of the earth, Shi Long will be one of the four emperors of heaven in the future, and Mao Ye is still in charge of Taoism in the new human race. Among the disciples and grandchildren are Jingwei, the reincarnated daughter of Lieshan of Shentu, the current Bixia Yuanjun, and Kong Xuan, a disciple left by Cang Jie, the cultural leader of the ancient human race. Wenzi gave the name to the former liberal arts school as Confucianism, but in the end the name Wenjiao did indeed leave a strong mark on the hearts of others, and it was eventually passed down. The same applies to Buddhism, which was once used to compete with the West. Buddhism was founded under the guidance of Wen Zi, but now the two sages of the West have to take advantage of the power of Mahayana Buddhism and do not hesitate to give away the title of the leader of a religion. The Battle of the Gods began under the hand of human masters, and was catalyzed by culture. With the help of God Xin, the plans of the saints were disrupted, and all relevant personnel rushed to the progress together. But in the end, compared to the last Lich Catastrophe, the result this time was obviously much better. No matter whether it was humans or immortals, the damage was not too tragic. Taiqing Yuanshi Tongtian had already planned to confer gods, and Sanqing was still the three brothers who were brothers and brothers. Although there was some friction between the disciples of Chanjiao Jiejiao, but with the participation of external forces, they would not be jealous. The Xuanmen disciples who were recruited by Zhunti also paid a corresponding price in advance. Even the human race suffered countless casualties due to the sudden turn of events in this battle.
Culture: One sentence makes the catastrophe worse. Yuanshi: Rushing for progress Jiang Ziya, Shen Gongbao: well-behaved, pitiful and innocent. JPG
The prehistoric myths are well blended, which shows that the overall framework and conception are complete.
#Shock! Once the quasi-sage becomes an ordinary person, the Four Saints will be concerned about him! # "After tens of thousands of years of hard work, all the power is gone. Let's see how the first generation disciple of the Jie Sect, the deputy leader of the Human Sect, the master of the human race, the nephew of the Saint of Styx, the leader of the Asura Sect, the master of the Asura Dao, and the creator of the human world are reborn in Nirvana"
Fast forward version of Fengshen hahaha
Is that young immortal Mao Ye? Among the four disciples, he was the only one left to achieve enlightenment and reincarnation. Mao Ye: Master, Master, Master, Master! Wen Zi: I don't remember having an apprentice. Mao Ye: QAQ Wen Zi: Whatever... It's up to you.
Wenxuan: I am the best at smoothing hair (bushi)
Wen Zi met two clones: When you met me, you kicked the cotton wool