Honghuang: The innate Yin-Yang dragon, no more golden dragon shears

[No system][With a female protagonist][Slow to warm up][Traditional][Online logic][No conspiracy theory][Private changes]

He traveled to the ancient world. The good news was that he was an innate creature and his reputation would be recorded in legends of later generations. The bad news was that what left behind his reputation was the golden dragon shears, a treasure made from his corpse, rather than the Yin-Yang Dragon, which was born from his innate yin and yang energies when he was alive.

The confluence of Yin and Yang is called Yuan, and the change of Yin and Yang is called Yi. Yuan Yi, as a congenital creature born and raised by nature, should have been blessed with great fortune and good luck. However, his origin was contaminated with evil spirit, and the auspicious purple aura on his body was so thick that it was black. Yuan Yi believed that judging people by their appearance was superficial. Although his purple aura was black, his heart was toward the holy path!

At this moment, the overall situation of the prehistoric world has been determined. The most important thing now is to survive the disaster and avoid being killed by the future saint Tongtian, who will refine the treasure and give it to the three sisters to take away the saint.

How to protect oneself is a problem. There is no hope relying on oneself, the only option is to seek help from others.

But who can protect him from the future saint Tongtian?

Which thigh can he hold on to? Yuan Yi finally came to the conclusion that the person who tied the bell must untie it. The only person who can stop Tongtian from killing him and using his corpse to refine treasures is himself.

"I just want to find a chance to survive and make a living in this turbulent world."

Gradually, Yuan Yi discovered that this primitive world was different from what he knew.

But some things are already destined, and when you are in them, it is hard to tell the truth from the false.

"You seek a ray of hope for yourself, and you are that ray of hope."

The inconspicuous butterfly fluttered its weak wings gently, and ripples spread across the long river of time, gathering into waves...