Fuxi: I was bestowed by Heaven with the Yellow River and Luo River, and created the Eight Trigrams. I am responsible for the wisdom of the human race and will be a guiding light for the future.

Shennong: My merits are immeasurable, and I have benefited all living beings. How can agriculture and medicine not listen to my opinions?

The Yellow Emperor: I wield the weapons, conquer all directions, unify the land, and am the supreme military commander of the human race!

Zhuanxu: I have severed the connection between heaven and earth, separated the realms of gods and men, and taken charge of all religious affairs. This is a declaration on behalf of Heaven!

Emperor Ku: I cultivated my character and practiced self-discipline, was selfless and impartial, advocated integrity, and clearly discerned good from evil, which earned me the admiration of the world. I governed the country with benevolence and virtue, and all those who followed in my footsteps did not fail to emulate me.

Emperor Yao: I established the calendar...

...

The ancient sages of humanity, displaying the sacred way, shine as brightly as the heavens, illuminating eternity!

This is a primordial world, a sanctuary of humanity!

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Nuwa: "Meow meow meow? What about me? What am I in charge of in the human race?"

"This?" someone pondered. "Nuwa, the Holy Queen, look—hasn't everyone elevated you to a divine status?"

"You've been promoting your unparalleled merit of creating humans and mending the heavens... With that, what need is there for actual power?"

"How about... becoming a matchmaker and managing marriages, and just making do?"

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[Honghuang, fantasy, catastrophe, system, cool story]

Travel to the Honghuang world and become a disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun.

Bind to the system of recruiting disciples to become stronger.

As long as the disciples are upgraded, as a master, he can return the skills ten thousand times.

This kind of thing that can win easily, he must do it!

Recruit Nezha, Yang Jian, and then gather Sun Wukong!

The three major anti-backbone overturned the heaven.

The disciple is so strong, as a master, it is not too much to eat the disciple's soft rice.

Reborn in the Taiyi era, the years of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors have just passed, the Lich Calamity has not yet broken out, and the Xuanmen is still on the eve of its opening.

Qi Yu, who returned from the ancient times, wanted to recreate the world. As the innate water god, he succeeded the Black Emperor and wrote a myth of the Water Yuan Avenue!

In the tide of the great trend of heaven, will he take advantage of the situation and stand at the forefront of the times, or will he be defeated and eventually turn into a wisp of dust from the old era?

This time, the story begins with the backflow of Kunlun Tianhe River.

At the dawn of chaos, Pangu preceded the creation, the Tai Chi, the two yin and yang, the four symbols; a single discussion of the Dao brought about catastrophes, and the Dragon Ancestor, incarnated as the Dragon Court, emerged. A fierce battle between the three clans unleashed a storm, propelling powerful warriors to the surface, and demons and gods emerged; Xiaoyao, seeking the Dao, transformed his bloodline, intercepting the yin and yang of creation. In battle, he slew countless enemies in the Dragon Court, achieving the immortality of the eternal Dao; the Heaven-Swallowing Divine Rat entered the primordial wasteland, and Xiaoyao's Dao remained unchanged. "I am not a god, I am a small demon, yet I have risen from humble beginnings to surpass Hongjun! If you attempt to bully me, beware of wounds upon your return..." [Dragon Snake Under the Tree]

Hongjun: "Laozi, Yuanshi, Tongtian, are you willing to be my personal disciples?"

Laozi: "Saint, we brothers have sworn brotherhood with Dijiang and other ancient witches!"​

Hongjun: "What does that have to do with you being my disciples?"

Tongtian: "Sister Xuanming and Sister Houtu are your teacher's Taoist companions!"​

Hongjun: “…”

Hongjun: "Nuwa!"

"My husband is your teacher!" Nuwa said lightly.

Hongjun turned his gaze to Zhunti Jieyin.

Zhunti: "Alas! We brothers have chosen your teacher as our master."​

Hongjun looked at Shen Sichen bitterly: "Teacher, I can't play like this!"​

Shen Sichen smiled faintly.

Stars form the scroll, myriad paths the chessboard. Zi Chen stands atop the heavens, unifying all, wielding boundless light, seeking not immortality, but only to prove his own path… the very essence of Heaven.

(PS: Multiple works with over a million words have already been published, so feel free to read.) (PS: The first instance depicts Journey to the West, the second instance depicts the Conferred Gods Battle between the Jie and Chan sects, and the third instance depicts the War between the Lich and the Wizard.) In the Dharma-Ending Age, spiritual energy gradually revives. With the historical gap in Daxia Taoism, Ren Xing develops "Honghuang" to revive the myth! Everyone treats this game as just another one. Until, a young Taoist priest gains inheritance within it. From then on, the landscape of the world of immortal cultivation suddenly shifts. Kunlun Taoist School. "Wake up, wake up! Everyone, get ready and log in!" an old Taoist priest pointed at the crowd, angrily scolding them. "So many people can't even handle a single horse, how can you sleep at your level?" "Cultivating immortality is like a thousand troops crossing a single-plank bridge!" Someone asked a new generation Taoist master, "Why did you succeed?" he retorted. "Have you seen what it looks like at the second quarter of the Yin hour in Honghuang?" "My friend list is empty. I'm the only one online." "…" "I won't say anymore. I'm going to log in to help a kid steal his father's pagoda." "He promised me that he would teach me how to do anything after I succeed." As the war was about to begin, pairs of arms, some young and some old, rose from the ground. "I will fight for a hundred days and clear the "Honghuang"!" This book is also known as: "How to cultivate immortality without playing games?" "Designated cultivation materials of the Daxia Taoist Association" "Saint? If I call you, do you dare to show your health bar?"

Jin Yu traveled through the prehistoric times and became the second son of Yuan Feng, the Golden Winged Dapeng, the famous fool of Jiejiao, and the Winged Immortal. Thinking of the ending that "Kong Xuan" would be famous in the future, while he would just be an ordinary mount, Jin Yu decisively stabilized. In this life, he no longer refined the "Yin Yang Two Qi Bottle", but relied on his world-first extreme speed to calmly obtain treasures. "This fallen treasure copper coin is destined for me!" "Yes, this Fenglei Xianxing is the most suitable for me!" "No one wants this Jiutian Xiran, then I won't be polite!"... until he was blocked at the door by the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and the Two Saints of the West. They only then discovered that the original Jin Yu, who could only run away, had become a saint without knowing when.

Lin Xuan's journey through time was a hellish beginning, as he became a minor land deity during the newly established Zhou Dynasty. Fortunately, deep within his soul, an ancient scroll, the "Record of Merits," became Lin Xuan's only recourse. "Saving one person earns ten points of merit; exterminating one demon earns a hundred; combing the earth's veins and benefiting the region brings immeasurable merit..." Exchange for fifty years of cultivation: 400 points of merit; ascending to the position of City God: 100,000 points of merit... Looking at the dazzling array of exchanges in the "Record of Merits," Lin Xuan realized: This wasn't a hellish start; this was a clear start! From then on, Lin Xuan transformed himself into the most diligent of Shinto oxen and horses. Within his domain, the weather was favorable, and evil spirits were eradicated. Outside, he saw injustice and earned merit. Lin Xuan quietly saved his "money," silently exchanging it for whatever resources would enhance his power. As time passed, the once insignificant land became a place ruled by...

After waking up, he found himself transported back to the Conferred Gods, where he became King Zhou, who would eventually burn himself to death. Inside the Nine-Room Hall, Qin Yun felt as though the person he had traveled to wasn't right, and the time he traveled to wasn't right either. He wore a black, long-sleeved royal robe, embroidered with a black bird pattern in gold thread. Someone in the hall shouted, "Your servant, Shang Rong..."