A Honghuang Cannon Fodder, Clinging to Hongjun for Survival

New book: Lord of the Primordial World, Starting as a Demonic Cultivator. Please show your support... Le Ming wakes up one morning to discover that he has transmigrated to the Primordial World. He discovers that he is the first sound born from the heavens and the earth to take on human form. But despite having read countless novels about the Primordial World, he has never come across his own name. Clearly, he is cannon fodder. So even though he awakens a Myriad Worlds Chat Group System, when he sees the names of the people in the chat group: The centenarian Zhang Sanfeng, The ruthless butcher Bai Qi, The eternal emperor Ying Zheng, The commoner who rose to power, Zhang Jue, The unlucky emperor Zhu Youjian, … Le Ming figures that in the Primordial World, everyone beneath a Sage is an ant, so he should cling tightly to Dao Ancestor Hongjun. And so… “Sage Hongjun, please allow me to call you Dao Ancestor!” “Dao Ancestor, your magnificent radiance shines across countless worlds. Please let me become your disciple, even if only as an informal disciple or a servant boy. I would be more than happy!” “Teacher, you established the leaders of the male and female immortals for the peace of the Primordial World. Your compassion is truly boundless. So I suggest that their abode be set in the West, to restore the spiritual veins of the western Primordial World!” “Teacher, you brought out the Investiture of the Gods to give all living beings in the Primordial World a chance at a new life. You are truly magnificent.” “Teacher, do you really think I should become the Heavenly Emperor?” “Teacher, do you really think I should become a Sage?” “Teacher…” What System? What Three Pure Ones, Two Buddhist Sages, and Lady Nuwa? As long as I cling to my teacher, I’ll be the one and only ruler and master of the Primordial World.