Starting with Taking Human Form

I woke up to find that I had transmigrated into primordial chaos and become an egg floating quietly within it. Everywhere I looked, there was nothing but boundless chaos, like clouds yet not clouds, like mist yet not mist. I could only start by taking human form. Laozi looked at Xuandu, whose head was covered in bumps, and sighed. “Alas! Do you know how I ended up with this limp? What did you do to provoke him?” Yuanshi also looked helplessly at Antarctic Immortal, whose head was covered in bumps, and sighed. “And how did you manage to provoke that Sun Yuan?” The Three Firmament Goddesses respectfully bowed before Sun Yuan. “The Chan Sect’s Antarctic Immortal and the others have bullied our Jie Sect far too much. We beg you, Martial Uncle, to lend us a magic treasure.”