He traveled to the ancient world and became the first iron-eating beast in the world. He was bound to the god-level salted fish system and was taken in as a battle pet by the ancestor witch Hou Tu.

GunGun said: What cultivation, what comprehension, they are all clouds. This baby can become stronger even if he lies down.

But, for some reason, from that day on, the shit scooper Hou Tu changed.

…

My name is Hou Tu, and I am one of the ancient witches.

I raised a big stupid bear, but for some reason, from that day on I could actually hear its voice.

[I, the iron-eating beast, love to drink beast milk! ]

[If you can't even figure this out, what are you doing as an Ancestral Shaman?]

[Zheng Dao, Zheng Dao, are you so impatient to change your name? Well, the war between the lich and the wizard is imminent, I'll move to the underworld ahead of time. This way, when I wake up, the battle might already be over.]

Hou Tu: “???”

Transmigrating into the Primordial Era, he becomes Dijun, the future Demon Emperor of the demon race. In a muddled state of mind, he devours Taiyi, another three-legged golden crow, merging the origins of the golden crow into one.

Well aware of the development of primordial mythology and the tragic fate of the demon race, Dijun has no desire to follow the path of the Taiyi brothers.

Demon Emperor? He wouldn’t be one even if begged!

Without a unifying Demon Emperor, the demon race is left leaderless, embroiled in endless conflicts and constant disasters.

Without the demon race as a check, the witch race rises to dominate the Primordial World, while the saints who had expected to reap the benefits of the Lich War begin to panic.

What happened to the promised Lich War?

Why has it turned into endless infighting among the demon race instead?

The great god of Pangu created the world, the ancestor of Hongjun preached to the heavens, the six holy kings came, the heroes gathered together, the heavens and all realms, the divine nature was immortal, came to the world, and the eternal heavenly emperor realized the Tao!

In this year, Ji Jingqiu was sixteen years old.

To survive, he meditated upon the Inferno of the Burning House and planted a sacred Bodhi tree, thus embarking on the path of martial cultivation.

Many years later—

A brilliant radiance suddenly rose, illuminating endless darkness.

A towering ancient tree stood verdant and majestic, its canopy vast like an umbrella. Glazed divine light soared into the heavens, supporting a sacred land of a divine kingdom, spanning across countless eons, illuminating the Three Realms and the Ten Directions.

On this day,

All those who practiced martial arts looked up,

like mayflies gazing upon the sky.

…

"Within me grows a Bodhi tree—personally planted when I first set foot on the martial path. Now, it stands vast and towering."

"I have witnessed all that exists in this world—there is none like me."

"That year, I pored over the annals of history. There were no years recorded in those texts, yet as I read them over and over, I saw eight words—

‘The storms of the world, all rise from our generation.’"

…

—Excerpt from The Martial Sun of This Era: The Autobiography of Ji Jingqiu.

Introduction:

[What would happen if I built a Taoist temple or a Buddhist temple to worship myself?]

"You have been worshipping your own flesh-and-blood statue, feeding it with good food and drink every day, washing it clean every day, dressing it beautifully every day, and thinking all the time about making the temple where this flesh-and-blood statue lives bigger, making it more comfortable, and making others treat it with more respect, so that when you go out, you are surrounded by stars and when you come in, you are surrounded by swallows."

"Who can be compared to such piety?"

"But have you ever asked for yourself? Have you ever asked for something?"

…

The sun shines on the Golden Mountain. Lin Zhou worships before the statue and in a trance sees the true God appear.

"If you worship me, will there be any inheritance of incense?"

After Lin Zhou asked himself some questions and answered them, he seemed to have realized something.

From then on, there was an ordinary temple in the world.

But in modern times, a true god has appeared in the mortal world...

Reborn as the Heavenly Dao, developing the world, plundering the heavens, using the heaven and earth as chessboards, and all living beings as chess pieces, laying out the eternal plan!

This is the story of the Heavenly Dao of one world, growing step by step into the strongest Heavenly Dao of the heavens!

(Warning, if you want to see the human race dominate, be careful! This book has all kinds of races! In addition, if you don’t like the first world, you can skip it, it will not affect your reading!)

Luo Hong was standing in front of the mountain gate of Huangfeng Valley. At this moment, he had to admit the fact that he had traveled to “Mortal”.

Pushing the glasses that no longer existed, Luo Hong said categorically, “Like Old Devil Han, I am a fourth-grade pseudo-spiritual root, but I don’t have a vial. It seems that the only way I can go is to cultivate immortals scientifically!”

Why is there a bottleneck every fourth floor during the gas refining period?

How to maximize the chance of building a foundation?

How many factors affect the speed of cultivation?

How fast is Old Devil Han running?

When cultivating immortals in this world is an objective fact, then science is cultivating immortals, and cultivating immortals is science!

Su Chen traveled through the prehistoric times and took the form of the authentic treasure Purple Lotus of Reincarnation.

At this time, the way of heaven has appeared, but the way of earth is still gestating. Thinking that the future will be dominated by the way of heaven...

Yu Changsheng traveled to the world of immortal cultivation and became a disciple of the Wanxiang Sect.

As a result, I unexpectedly discovered that by feeding spiritual beasts, I can continuously receive rewards.

He added some skills and transformed into spirits...

[No system][No heroine][Traditional primitive][Non-conspiracy theory][Lean towards Gou Daoliu][Lean towards group portrait]

A wisp of ghost soul traveled through the primitive times and took shape in the Yuanzhou of the three islands and ten continents, taking the form of a body with the innate water origin.

The first calamity of the dragon and the phoenix has passed, Hongjun has not yet become a saint, and the overall situation is undecided. I wonder if I can compete for the sainthood?

In order to survive in this cruel wilderness, he practiced hard to cultivate his magical powers, planned everything before doing, and was not easily affected by cause and effect. However, this wilderness was a little different from what he had imagined?

Is it true that the ancient world is full of magical treasures?

Does Yuanshi Tianzun really look down on those with scales and horns?

Is Zhunti really a shameless person?