Primordial Chaos: At the Start, a Merit Golden Crow, Dare You Touch Me?

The first calamity of the fierce beasts has just passed, but the primordial world is still thick with baleful energy.

While transmigrating, Lu Changsheng accidentally fuses with stray merit from the Great Dao and takes form as a golden merit crow, a creature feared by all who see it.

Others who transmigrate into the primordial world are constantly afraid of incurring karmic retribution. Lu Changsheng is karma itself.

Someone wants to kill him?

“Come on, hit me here! If you don’t kill me today, you’re my grandson!”

The moment he finishes speaking, any mighty being bold enough to attack is blasted into ashes by Purple Firmament Divine Thunder from the Great Dao, and their entire clan’s fortune plummets with them!

What others see as a merciless heavenly punishment is, for him, built-in damage-reflecting armor and a tool for extortion.

The Dragon-Han Tribulation begins, and the three clans fight until heaven and earth shatter.

Lu Changsheng sits comfortably on his nameless little mountain, protected by two thousand layers of formations. He snacks on low-grade spirit fruit he grew himself and watches the bloody chaos outside in peace.

Once the three clans are exhausted and retreat from the stage of history, the primordial world is left in ruins.

Facing a land strewn with unclaimed treasures, Lu Changsheng dusts off his wings, stands with his hands behind his back, and makes a grand declaration:

“Done fighting? Then I’ll graciously take all the junk in this primordial world!”

Since none of you dare attack me, all the opportunities in this primordial world belong to me, Lu Changsheng!

Anyone who tries to take them can find me lying in their Immortal Slaying Sword Formation!

When Zixiao Palace first opens, Hongjun attempts to merge with the Heavenly Dao.

Looking up at the lofty Dao Ancestor, Lu Changsheng approaches with a smile.

“Old Hong, your sermon was so loud just now that it scared away a bit of my merit.”

The Two Sages of the West are just about to complain about their poverty and beg for holy positions.

“Cry all you like! No one is leaving Zixiao Palace today unless you pay me three innate treasures!”