Le Ming woke up one day to find that he had transmigrated into the Primordial World.
He discovered that he was the first innate sound to take physical form. But despite having read countless novels about the Primordial World, he had never come across his own name. Clearly, he was destined to be cannon fodder.
So even after awakening the Myriad Worlds Chat Group System,
when he saw the names of the people joining the chat group:
The centenarian Zhang Sanfeng,
The ruthless butcher Bai Qi,
The greatest emperor of all time, Ying Zheng,
The commoner who rose to power, Zhang Jiao,
The unlucky emperor Zhu Youjian,
Le Ming thought that in the Primordial World, everyone beneath the Sages was nothing but an ant. He should stick close to Dao Ancestor Hongjun instead.
And so...
“Sage Hongjun, please allow me to call you Dao Ancestor!”
“Dao Ancestor, your boundless radiance shines across countless worlds. Please let me become your disciple. Even if I can only be an unofficial disciple or a servant boy, I would gladly accept!”
“Master, you established the leaders of the male and female immortals for the sake of peace in the Primordial World. You are truly compassionate. Therefore, I suggest that their dojo be established in the west, to restore the spiritual veins of the western Primordial World!”
“Master, you brought out the Investiture of the Gods to give all the beings of the Primordial World a chance to live again. You are truly magnificent.”
“Master, do you really think I should become the Heavenly Emperor?”
“Master, do you really think I should become a Sage?”
“Master...”
What System? What Three Pure Ones, Two Buddhists, and Lady Nuwa?
As long as I stick close to my master's side, I will be the one and only ruler and master of the Primordial World.
