"Where am I?"
"Is this the Primordial World?"
"And have I become a weak Fire Qilin from the Qilin clan?"
Li Fei sorted through the memories in his mind, his feelings a tangled mess.
He had been an ordinary homebody on Earth, playing games, reading novels, ordering takeout when he was hungry, and drinking a cup of happy nerd water when he was thirsty... What a comfortable life!
But then, out of nowhere, he was reborn in the Primordial World. And judging from the memories in his mind, this was the era of the Dragon-Han Tribulation. The Qilins, phoenixes, and dragons... the three clans were locked in one battle after another, with corpses strewn across the land. Li Fei looked up at the sky. A battle was raging a thousand miles away. The blood and energy of a fellow Qilin who had been slain surged into the heavens, while phoenixes fell from the sky, crashing to the ground like a rain of fiery meteors. Even from a thousand miles away, Li Fei could feel the sheer brutality of the slaughter.
