My Prehistoric-Era Disciples Are Too Powerful, Master Can't Keep Lying Low

"I am a disciple, the seventy-eighth-generation descendant of Zulong. Greetings, Master!"

"I am a disciple, the ninety-sixth-generation descendant of Yuanfeng. Greetings, Master!"

"I am a disciple, the ninety-ninth-generation descendant of Shiqilin..."

After transmigrating into the primordial world in the early days of the Calamity of the Lich, Ye Zifeng awakens a god-level System and embarks on a frenzied disciple-recruiting spree!

A thousand years later, the Lich War breaks out, and humanity is reduced to cannon fodder!

Suddenly, dragons and phoenixes dance across the primordial world, qilin thunder across the land, and countless immortals are stunned. Even the Saints are dumbfounded!

Dijun and Taiyi: "Whose mounts are those?! They're stealing the limelight from our demon race!"

Tongtian: "Weren't the three ancient races supposed to have long since fallen into decline? Why are they catching up to us Saints?"

Nuwa: "With such an omen from the Heavenly Dao, the Calamity of the Lich may have to be put on hold for a while!"

Hongjun: "Where did these three ancient races come from? How could I, the mighty Saint of the Heavenly Dao, not know about them?!"

Ye Zifeng: "This is bad! My disciples are too powerful. After hiding away in the Hall of Unity for ten thousand years, I'm finally going to be exposed!"