I Lay Low in the Primordial World Until I Became a Saint

In the endless primordial wilderness, heaven and earth lay in chaos. Pangu split the heavens and transformed into all things. Yuanlong, Yuanfeng, and the Ancestral Qilin appeared in the world. On the shore of a vast ocean in an unknown land, Jiang Che held a fishing rod and watched enormous waves surge across the water. A black dragon soared out of the ocean and charged toward a blazing phoenix in the sky. One towering dragon after another shot upward, while brilliant five-colored phoenixes raced over. Mountain-sized corpses rained from the heavens, and dragon scales and phoenix feathers drifted in the wind. The thick stench of blood filled the air, and the vast ocean turned red. “Holy crap!” “This is the Dragon-Han Cataclysm!”