"How did it go? Did you find out what caused his death?"
"No. The deceased wouldn't say."
"Ah, what a pity. He was so young..."
In the eastern part of the Prehistoric World, in the Taihao Tribe of the Human Race.
Inside a low stone hut, several men clad in crude animal hides stood in a circle, looking at the young man lying on the ground. His face was ashen, his lips purple. They shook their heads and sighed.
Just as they were about to step forward and carry him out to find somewhere to bury him—
The young man, who had already breathed his last, abruptly sat up like a spring. The others were so terrified that they scrambled backward, rolling and stumbling over one another.
"Did I... transmigrate?"
Li Qingxu looked around at the unfamiliar stone hut and the wild-looking people dressed in animal hides. His head throbbed as a flood of information surged into his mind.
After a moment, the headache gradually subsided, and he understood his situation.
He really had transmigrated, taking the place of a man in the Primordial World who shared his name and surname. The man had died after eating an unknown mushroom because he was "starving to death."
The Primordial World was now in the latter stages of the Witch-Demon Calamity. The Six Sages had only recently Proved the Dao and Become Saints, and the Human Race had migrated en masse to the eastern part of the Primordial World.
The Taihao Tribe where he lived was one of several hundred Human Race tribes.
"What a terrible start..."
Li Qingxu sighed inwardly, feeling as though life held nothing for him.
Although Taiqing Laozi had founded the Human Sect among the Human Race and passed down the Golden Core Cultivation Method,
the Golden Core Cultivation Method had requirements that were far too demanding. Even the Innate Humans created by Saint Nuwa could only barely cultivate it. Someone like him, an Acquired Human who had only reached the Refining Essence into Qi stage, couldn't even get his foot in the door.
In this Primordial World, where the strong preyed on the weak and the Ten Thousand Races vied for supremacy, the Human Race had to survive in the cracks, living each day in constant fear for their lives.
What's more, the Demon Race, one of the Primordial World's current overlords, treated the Human Race as food and frequently descended to hunt them.
Among the memories he had absorbed were horrific scenes of Human Race tribes slaughtered by the Demon Race, with rivers of blood flowing through the aftermath.
What left Li Qingxu most despairing was that, toward the end of the Witch-Demon Calamity, the Demon Race would slaughter ninety-nine percent of the Human Race to forge the Witch-Slaying Sword.
In other words, even if he were lucky enough to escape the Demon Race's hunts day after day, he still wouldn't escape their slaughter in the end.
"Qingxu, are... are you all right?"
The others were still shaken, but when they saw Li Qingxu sitting there catching his breath, pale but clearly alive, they slowly gathered around him again.
"Mm," Li Qingxu rasped, trying to steady his voice. "I just couldn't catch my breath and passed out. I'm... much better now."
"Good. As long as you're all right." One of the men let out a relieved breath and patted him on the shoulder. "Get some rest. When the hunting party comes back tonight, if they're lucky enough to bring back meat, I'll save you a piece."
The man's hand was rough, and he spoke bluntly. There was nothing fancy about his comfort, but his concern was sincere.
"All right, thanks." Li Qingxu nodded. He really did need some time to himself.
The others also offered a few words, telling him to rest well and not eat strange things again, then left the stone hut one by one without pressing him for details.
After all, for the Human Race as it was now, life and death were all too ordinary. They already used every bit of their strength just to stay alive; they had no energy to spare for other concerns.
After everyone had left, Li Qingxu lay down on the wooden bed in the corner and gazed up at the bare ceiling.
In the future, the Demon Race would slaughter the Human Race to forge the Witch-Slaying Sword. For now, the Demon Race could appear at any moment, bringing disaster upon the entire Taihao Tribe.
Even though he knew the major events that lay ahead in the Primordial World, given the current situation and his own circumstances, he still couldn't see any way to survive.
Just as he was beginning to despair, a cold voice suddenly rang in his mind:
"Ding... You have received an invitation to the Myriad Worlds Chat Group. Would you like to join now?"
At the sound of it, Li Qingxu jolted. His heart raced in his chest.
There was always a way out. The legendary cheat that came with being a transmigrator had finally arrived.
"I'll join!"
Li Qingxu answered without the slightest hesitation.
"Please create a group nickname."
He thought it over. Although he was currently just an Acquired Human at the Refining Essence into Qi stage,
as the saying went, when you were out in the world, you chose your own identity. He had to come up with a suitably impressive title.
"Group nickname: Qingxu Daojun."
As soon as Li Qingxu confirmed his group nickname, a virtual interface for the Myriad Worlds Chat Group appeared before his eyes.
[System Prompt: Welcome Qingxu Daojun to the group.]
Li Qingxu checked the Chat Group's information and found that its group leader was named Sea God Tang Si. For now, he was the only member.
"Sea God Tang Si?"
"Could he be that guy from the world with the lowest cultivation ceiling?"
Li Qingxu murmured to himself as he stared at the familiar nickname.
[Sea God Tang Si: @Qingxu Daojun, I am Sea God Tang Si, the group leader of the Myriad Worlds Chat Group. Newcomer, state your origins. Which world are you from?] [Qingxu Daojun: The Primordial World.] [Sea God Tang Si: The Primordial World? Never heard of it. What powerful figures does it have?] [Qingxu Daojun: It has the Dao Ancestor of the Primordial World, who has joined with the Heavenly Dao, and six supreme Heavenly Dao Saints under him.] [Sea God Tang Si: What an outrageous boast! What sort of nobody is Hongjun to call himself Dao Ancestor? If this God King were in the Primordial World, I'd definitely—]
The message cut off mid-sentence.
When Li Qingxu saw that Sea God Tang Si had suddenly stopped talking, he was utterly baffled.
Just then, God King Tang Si's profile picture went dark, and a red system notice appeared on the Chat Group interface:
[System: The former group leader, Sea God Tang Si, has been erased by the Power of Rules. Qingxu Daojun has automatically succeeded him as the new group leader.]
Li Qingxu was first taken aback, then nearly burst out laughing.
Good riddance.
Hongjun was the supreme Ancestor of the Immortal Path and the Spokesperson of the Primordial Heavenly Dao.
The Douluo World, on the other hand, was an insignificant little world that could trigger a "Spiritual Energy Revival" just because Hongjun happened to stop by and fart.
Tang Si might have been a local big shot in that tiny place, and showing off there was one thing. But he'd actually dared to insult such a supreme being.
To use his own words: You've got a death wish!
Li Qingxu didn't give the insignificant clown another thought. Instead, he focused his attention on his new position as group leader of the Myriad Worlds Chat Group.
"System, explain the Myriad Worlds Chat Group's functions."
System: "The Myriad Worlds Chat Group can invite people from the myriad worlds to join. The group leader can grant items to group members by sending red envelopes."
"Group members can also offer treasures as sacrifices to repay the group leader. Sacrificed items can receive a random multiplier of at least ten thousand times."
"The Myriad Worlds Chat Group is currently at Level One. Once group activity reaches the required level, future upgrades will unlock more permission-based functions."
"I see." Li Qingxu nodded.
These functions were pretty much the same as the Chat Group cheats in the novels he'd read in his previous life.
But he was quite curious about the additional permissions the system had mentioned.
At that moment, the system's voice rang in his mind again:
"Insufficient group membership detected. Would you like to invite new members now?"
Li Qingxu: "Yes!"
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