My Rules in Prehistoric Times Are Rules

Li Wei traveled through the ancient world, and at the beginning he became the "material" for evil cultivators to make secret treasures. He was possessed by the soul-stirring technique, and his life and death were on the line. In a desperate situation, the [Rule System] is accidentally activated - the law of fishing forcibly interrupts the casting of spells, the Taoist teachings are self-explanatory and all methods are suddenly understood, and all the streams return to the clan and gather their spiritual energy... Other immortal cultivators have worked hard to understand the Tao, but he relied on the "rules" to win all the way. The Flying Fairy Swordsman is sure to hit the target with his sword, the God of Gamblers is sure to win every time he gambles, and the teammates he summons are more outrageous than the last. When the great catastrophe comes again, all the saints' plans fail, and Hongjun's Heavenly Dao looks on coldly. Li Wei stood on the top of the Immortal Dynasty of Humanity, smiled and raised a finger to Heaven: "Don't use your rules to block my world." "From today onwards - my rules are the rules!"