I, Hongjun, Am so Broken That I Dare Not Breathe

Hongjun endured three thousand calamities and finally became a great saint. He looked up to the sky and laughed three times, tore apart the chaos and returned to the primitive world - ready to be worshiped by all spirits. As a result, the prehistoric era was gone. What replaced it was a soft, translucent cloud of particles, like chewed marshmallows. Disciple Sanqing is as weak as a paper man, but he still thinks everything is normal. The pillars of heaven are crooked and swaying when the wind blows. Hongjun was numb. Da Dao came out and told him: During your reincarnation, there was a war between the heavens and all the worlds, and the prehistoric world was shattered into the smallest particles and scattered in various worlds. Want to recover? Gotta get the pieces back. How to find it? Don't grab it forcefully, it will destroy the world. So Da Dao threw him a chat group system: "Go to other worlds to give advice and help others solve their problems, and the will of the world will naturally hand over the fragments with both hands. By the way, you were reincarnated back then and divided into thousands of clones. They are also hidden in the world, and you might encounter them in the group." Hongjun lowered his head and looked at the group. As soon as it was activated, someone spoke. An immortal martial monk named Zhang Sanfeng came up and blew loudly: "Wait a minute... Did I read that correctly? Taoist Hongjun?! Dear members, this is a legendary existence! It turns out to be the Supreme Invincible, Super Supreme and Prehistoric. This is a real boss!" Hongjun didn't have time to be humble. With a "ding" sound, a new member joined. The avatar is a young version of Hongjun - a clone of himself. The first thing that person said when he entered the group was: "Are you a true ancestor?" Hongjun stared at the screen and twitched the corners of his mouth. Fidelity? This question is a bit difficult to answer.