The Primordial Wilderness's Unluckiest Ghost

The Primordial Wilderness, above the East Sea.

Ever since Pangu's Creation of Heaven and Earth, the clear qi had risen and the turbid qi had descended.

The Primordial Continent gradually became lively.

Pangu transformed into the Primordial Wilderness with his body, causing this continent to give rise to all kinds of living beings.

After experiencing the Ferocious Beasts Tribulation and the tribulations of the Dragon Race, Phoenix Race, and Qilin Race, the Primordial Wilderness once again became peaceful.

At this moment, beneath the vast dome of heaven above the Ninth Heaven, a mass of crimson clouds gradually contracted and gathered, ultimately condensing into a huge human-shaped phantom.

"Condense!"

A loud shout resounded through the firmament!

A young man dressed in a gold-and-red Cloud Pattern Dao Robe suddenly appeared in the void.

The young man had handsome features, shoulder-length red hair, and an otherworldly yet gentle and refined bearing.

"For forty-nine entire kalpas, from Pangu's Creation until now, I, Hong Yun, have finally transformed successfully. Hahaha..."

The young man threw his head back and laughed.

Yet as he laughed, he suddenly stopped!

After digesting the innate information that had emerged in his mind upon transformation, he instead broke out in a cold sweat.

"What the hell??? How did I become Hong Yun? Damn! The Primordial Wilderness's unluckiest ghost is actually me?"

Indeed, Hong Yun had transmigrated into the Old Ancestor Hong Yun, the unluckiest person in the Primordial Wilderness.

An innate divine being whose aptitude and fortune were clearly no worse than those of the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Jieyin, Zhunti, and the other six Primordial Wilderness Saints.

Yet because he kindly gave up his seat, he was schemed against by the Heavenly Dao and ultimately died both in body and soul—a truly unlucky ghost.

Even Daoist Randeng, who had listened to the Dao in the Purple Cloud Palace and ranked at the very bottom of the Three Thousand Mortal Guests, probably had deeper fortune than Hong Yun. At least he had ultimately become Buddhism's Past Buddha.

"How could it be Hong Yun? As a mouthful of Pangu's hot blood transformed into life, shouldn't I have become a wild member of the Wu Clan?"

"Could it be that the Heavenly Dao noticed my existence from the moment heaven and earth first began? Then schemed against me?"

Using his primordial spirit's power to examine his own origins, Hong Yun slightly furrowed his brows.

It truly was the First Innate Cloud, a crimson cloud born when Heaven and Earth were created.

"Could my memories be wrong? Impossible. It was clearly the Pangu Bloodline!"

Hong Yun focused his eyes and increased the power of his primordial spirit, continuing to trace back toward the source of his bloodline.

When he probed deep into the source of his bloodline, a bare-chested, heavily bearded man holding the Axe of Creation suddenly appeared in his Sea of Consciousness.

"Whew!"

Hong Yun let out a long breath. It seemed he had not been mistaken.

Hong Yun's transmigrated soul had entered a mouthful of hot blood that Pangu had spat out in fury after being unable to attain the Great Dao following Pangu's Creation of Heaven and Earth.

Unexpectedly, this mouthful of hot blood shot straight into the heavens, staining the firmament red.

Then, through a fortuitous coincidence, it merged with the First Innate Cloud, which had condensed from wind, water, and fire, and transformed into its current form.

That was the present Old Ancestor Hong Yun.

Had he transformed solely from Pangu's hot blood, Hong Yun's origins might have been similar to those of the Ancestor Witches, who had transformed from Pangu Blood Essence.

Furthermore, because he had not merged with the turbid qi of the Primordial Wilderness, he would have become a member of the Pangu Bloodline who possessed a primordial spirit.

His future would have been limitless!

The tragedy lay in the fact that after merging with the First Innate Cloud, Hong Yun's Pangu Bloodline had become less pure.

And he had become the Old Ancestor Hong Yun!

His Pangu Bloodline had been wrapped up and concealed within the First Innate Cloud.

"Damn it! Becoming a wild member of the Wu Clan already carried considerable risks. Now I've transformed into Hong Yun, who is destined to be schemed against by the Heavenly Dao. I'm truly unlucky beyond measure!"

Rubbing his brow, a trace of gloom flashed through Hong Yun's star-bright eyes.

"The Pangu Bloodline and the identity of Hong Yun—damn it all!"

The Pangu Bloodline had always been hated by Heaven.

In later generations, the Twelve Ancestral Witches would die during the Wu and Yao Tribulation. Only Houtu, after transforming herself into Reincarnation, would gain a sliver of life—but she would no longer possess the body of an Ancestor Witch and would never be able to leave the Netherworld.

As for the Three Pure Ones of the Pangu Bloodline, although they would attain the Dao and become Saints, they would also become the Heavenly Dao's enforcers and face many restrictions.

Now that he had become a Pangu Descendant, he was destined to be schemed against by the Heavenly Dao in the future.

"Fortunately, it is still early. The tribulation of the Dragon Race, Phoenix Race, and Qilin Race has just passed. The Great Dao leaves fifty possibilities, while Heaven derives forty-nine. Now that I have become Old Ancestor Hong Yun, if I avoid Karma in the future and do not involve myself in Tribulations of Calamity, I may still have a sliver of hope."

"At worst, I can cling tightly to Dao Ancestor Hongjun's leg and join the Heavenly Dao's side like the Three Pure Ones. That should work, right?"

Having thought it through, Hong Yun exhaled a long breath, and his expression gradually returned to calm.

[Ping! Esteemed host, your Praise System is about to activate. Would you like to bind it?]

"A system? A Golden Finger?"

In an instant, a trace of delight appeared on Hong Yun's handsome face.

As expected, the standard equipment of a transmigrator might arrive late, but it would never be absent.

"Of course I'll bind it. Deep Blue, hurry up and give this poor Daoist some points!"

[Ping! Congratulations, host, on binding the system!]

[Host: Hong Yun]

[Origins: Top-tier Innate Demon God]

[ cultivation: Early-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortal]

[Merit Technique: Nine Revolutions Heavenly Merit, Void Evasion Technique, Void Hand]

[Magic Treasure: None]

[System Reward: None]

[System Evaluation: Congratulations, host, on transforming successfully. You are now a 'Three-No Grand Unity.' Please begin your journey of praising others as soon as possible and free yourself from the title of Three-No Grand Unity Golden Immortal!]

Hong Yun stared at the system panel in the void. When he saw the title "Three-No Grand Unity," his old face immediately darkened.

Could he really be blamed for being poor?

Hong Yun himself was extremely poor, all right?

Not to mention the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa, or the Saints Jieyin and Zhunti.

Beneath the Saints, he was probably only slightly stronger than that fellow Kunpeng.

The most famous spiritual treasure belonging to the Old Ancestor Hong Yun in the original Primordial Wilderness was that Nine-Nine Soul Scattering Gourd he had plucked from Buzhou Mountain.

And having only just transformed, Hong Yun, in his blank-slate state, was practically comparable to True Person Huang Long, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect who were known as the "Three-No True Persons."

The system's mockery left him deeply resentful.

As for his Merit Techniques, they were cultivation methods Hong Yun had crudely created by combining Pangu's inheritance with some wild ideas from his previous life.

Despite their impressive names, their actual functions were especially crude.

The Nine Revolutions Heavenly Merit had merely been created by combining part of the Nine Revolutions Profound Merit inherited from Pangu. It could devour spiritual energy and temper the body, nothing more.

The Void Evasion Technique allowed him to transform into clouds and mist to fly, while rendering him immune to physical attacks.

Finally, the Void Hand merely used mana combined with cloud qi to condense a large hand of mana.

"Sigh, if only you useless system could provide sign-in rewards. Your Old Ancestor wouldn't have to be this poor!"

After digesting the system's uses and functions in his mind, Hong Yun silently sighed.

The system was simple to use. As long as Hong Yun praised someone, he could randomly obtain a reward from that person.

The reward could be a cultivation technique, an insight into the Great Dao, origins, a talent, a spiritual treasure, and so on.

However, it was also related to the target being praised. The higher the target's cultivation, the stronger their origins, and the better their talents and spiritual treasures, the more generous the reward would be.

"If that's the case, I'm probably going to have to stop hiding away!"

After learning that he had transmigrated into the Primordial Wilderness's unluckiest ghost, Hong Yun had initially planned to find a blessed grotto-heaven and hide there.

He would avoid Karma and Tribulations of Calamity, then rely on his memories of later generations to accumulate some merit.

Wouldn't that prevent the Heavenly Dao from going too far?

But with the Praise System, that was another matter entirely.

After all, how could he find targets to praise while hiding away?

Could he really praise himself every day?

That would be far too narcissistic!

"Wait, does praising myself count? It seems possible. Should I give it a try?"

As if he had discovered a bug in the system, Hong Yun's eyes lit up.

He rubbed his chin, pondered for a while, and decided to try it. He had nothing to lose, anyway.

If it worked, he would make a huge profit!

A sly smile like that of someone about to cheat a chicken appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"Hong Yun, Hong Yun, you have handsome features, a tall and straight figure, and an unparalleled bearing. You are worthy of being called the Primordial Wilderness's number-one beautiful man!"

"Hong Yun, Hong Yun, your origins are unmatched throughout the ages, and your talent surpasses all others through the eons. You are destined to be the Primordial Wilderness's number-one prodigy!"

"Hong Yun, Hong Yun, you possess both virtue and talent, with noble conduct. You are truly the Primordial Wilderness's number-one Daoist Immortal!"

"Hong Yun, Hong Yun, you are steady by nature and surpassingly wise. You can be called the Primordial Wilderness's number-one wise man!"

"..."

Even with the old face he had acquired after transforming—one as hard as a low-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure—Hong Yun could not help feeling his face grow hot after praising himself so much.

[Ping! You praised Hong Yun. Congratulations, host, you have randomly obtained the reward: Innate Cloud Qi Fragment x1.]

The system's notification made a trace of wild delight suddenly appear in Hong Yun's eyes.

Who needs this face anyway!