Honghuang: The Chan Sect's Eldest Disciple, Attaining the Primordial Great Dao

I want to write a prehistoric novel. I want to write it wonderfully and happily, but it is indeed not easy. You must have a deep understanding of ancient Chinese culture and Chinese myths and legends to write this well. This early stage was fine. Although there is no passion. But I can see. Much better than some other prehistoric novels.

They are all the same, basically changing the soup without changing the medicine, and there is a lot of nonsense. They all say you are Xuanyuan, and then ask if you have a name? So embarrassing

The author is doing this for the sake of being dark, and it's a bit private.

Are you sure you are writing well? It was okay in the early stages, and the writing was all about the protagonist, but why did it become more and more boring as it went on? And what is the original trajectory? You haven't changed much. You also made a devil boy. It's not necessary. It really feels like, in this prehistoric era, nothing has changed except the protagonist. It's not pleasant to watch at all. Shouldn't the protagonist specifically fight against the way of heaven and change the general trend of the world? What else is written about conforming to the way of heaven? I'm speechless after reading this. It's boring and I'm gone😡

There is a problem with the character setting. Even if you put aside the inherent standards for teaching and recruiting disciples, the minimum class setting should be rigorous. Even a quasi-sage can beat a saint. It is not just an ant under a saint. Also, even if you travel with the system, the upgrade is too fast. The entire article is a narrative article or a history book, just to complete the homework and recite one side. It's bland and tasteless, and the words don't convey the meaning.

There are quite a lot of plots to reduce intelligence.

Just copy the original work

This is over 400 chapters long. Journey to the West is over and Hunyuan has not yet been attained. This is so rubbish.

The purpose of the protagonist's existence is to occasionally sort out the plot. Most of the time, he talks about the group portraits of the ancient times, but the ancient times are too big to write down in detail. In the end, it looks like a running account.

The beginning is okay, but after more than 100 chapters it becomes a lot of bullshit.