The Calamity Lord of the Primordial Era

“Alas, alas! Woe is us… Senior brother, have pity on the two of us, who have journeyed all the way from the West, enduring eight or nine calamities along the way, only to be battered by the primal fires, winds, and waters of chaos, left with barely a stitch to cover ourselves. Though the Great Dao favored us at last, and we managed to enter this Palace of Purple Clouds, who could have thought there would not even be a seat for us? What are we to do…”

The West? Chaos? The Palace of Purple Clouds!

Hearing these words, laden with sorrow and despair, drifting from afar, he felt momentarily lost and bewildered.

Before he could react, his soul quivered, and fragments of memory unfurled in his mind. His expression changed slightly: he had merely eaten three plates of mushrooms, so how had his soul ended up in the Great Desolation, becoming none other than the Ancestor Hongyun?

That taste…

Ahem, let that be. But why… did he possess only the faintest shards of memory, unable even to recall his original name?

Though Hongyun was a first-class Da Luo Golden Immortal, by his own reckoning, he did not have many days left…

He hesitated, inwardly cursing his luck twice, but gradually composed himself and accepted his new identity.

Hongyun’s mind was in turmoil, thoughts swirling, but after all, he was a figure of great renown in the Great Desolation, having proven his Da Luo rank after Pangu the Father opened the heavens. In an instant, his soul settled and his mind calmed, regaining composure so that no one observing him could discern the