Starting With a Hundred Trillion Years of Cultivation

"After countless years of hardship, I have finally taken human form today!"

Amidst his laughter, boundless

"Holy crap! Too..."

Di Jun was overjoyed, but before he could finish speaking, the system's voice sounded again.

[Ding, detected that the host's physique is too weak to withstand the vast cultivation Magical Power. The system has stored this Magical Power within the host. Please cultivate diligently to dominate the Primordial World, control the Three Realms, and be the sole sovereign!]

"Uh..."

Di Jun had ten thousand thoughts of "WTF" he wanted to express. All that excitement for nothing.

Don't other systems just make the host Become a Saint without question?

This system actually can't help with refining it.

But this is good too. Magical Power refined by oneself is purer! If nothing unexpected happens, his cultivation speed will far surpass that of fellow Innate Gods and Demons.

Perhaps ten or even a hundred times faster than normal people, or even more.

With such terrifying cultivation speed, achieving Primordial Unity will no longer be a dream.

Kicking Hongjun and punching Pangu will just be a matter of Time.

Securing the position of Heavenly Emperor will naturally be effortless.

Originally, Di Jun saw that the Dragon-Han Tribulation had not yet ended and was thinking of going down to search for treasures, to see if there was anything good.

After all, Transmigrators always go to Buzhou Mountain, so there must be good stuff there.

But the system gave him so much Magical Power, forget about magic treasures. The River Diagram and Luo Script are the strongest, he'll just cultivate!

After refining this quadrillion years of Magical Power, Innate Supreme Treasures can be destroyed with a flick of his finger.

Therefore, Di Jun resumed his diligent cultivation.

"Who am I..."

"Where am I..."

"What am I doing..."

The standard three questions of a Transmigrator.

Somewhere on the Sun Star, another Three-legged Golden Crow... with the Chaos Bell on its head.

Inside the Chaos Bell's world.

Specks of Primordial Chaos spiritual light illuminated a youth wearing floral shorts, a white vest, and flip-flops.

He was a very handsome young man.

How handsome exactly?

Sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, red lips, white teeth... the standard Transmigrator look, the kind that would make goddesses swoon. In the modern world, he'd be the perfect bodyguard for a female CEO.

He stood there, thinking hard.

He was originally an ordinary college student who had just experienced the harsh realities of society. He lost consciousness and died in an accident.