Shattering the Primordial World

Why is it that even after transmigrating into the prehistoric wilderness as a member of the Wu Tribe, I'm still surrounded by danger and at risk of dying at any moment?

It turns out I arrived just as the Wu Tribe was emerging, when the tribe was at its weakest.

Even the authentic descendants of Pangu had a rough start!

At this time, not long after the calamity that swept across the entire prehistoric wilderness had ended, the scars of the world-destroying battle still remained, and the land lay in ruins.

The prehistoric creatures were savage and bloodthirsty. The weak were prey to the strong, and the fighting and slaughter never ceased. The future overlords of the prehistoric wilderness were now just utterly unremarkable members of countless tribes.

The glass marble he had bought from a street stall in his previous life came with him to the prehistoric wilderness. It merged with Yan Jiong's eyes, forming the Chaos Divine Eye, which could discern bloodlines and refine laws.

He continually purified the Wu Tribe's bloodline, combined laws, and strengthened his innate divine abilities. In the end, he became a mighty being and entered the ranks of the prehistoric wilderness's most powerful practitioners of divine arts.

Standing on both banks of the River of Time, his divine sense swept across the prehistoric wilderness and his gaze pierced the chaos. Yan Jiong pondered three questions.

Why did Pangu create the world?

What lies at the end of the Great Dao?

Is the Wu Tribe truly fated to disappear?