Chu Yuan's feelings were complicated.
He had said it before—mere Mahayana cultivators, if placed in the Primordial World, would not even count as people.
How could they possibly wield an innate supreme treasure like the Taiji Diagram? Wouldn't it drain them into dried corpses in an instant?
So it had all been self-deception... No, the system was partly to blame too. If it had not randomly generated those names, would he have thought so much?
But looking at it from another angle, if the Hundred Spirits Banner and the Life and Death Register had not been transformed back then...
Who knew how much longer it would have taken for the Netherworld to emerge!
So...
Chu Yuan had a headache. He could no longer clearly discern the karma involved himself...
"What kind of faction is our Hongmeng?"
"You're not as dumb as you look, kid..." The other party chuckled and followed Chu Yuan's line of thought. "Our Hongmeng...
By your understanding, it should be... an alliance of transmigrators?"
Chu Yuan was instantly dumbfounded. "Huh?"
"What do you mean, 'huh'? The first hard requirement for becoming a Hongmeng member is to originate from the One True Realm!
We were all kicked out by the One True Realm...
Though perhaps we were separated by different eras and different distances..."
"Why did the One True Realm kick us out?"
"Think about it. If you had not been born into this universe... what would its ultimate fate have been?"
Chu Yuan pondered for a moment, then solemnly said, "It would... have been like the previous four eras?
The One True Realm kicked us out to save the world?"
"You can understand it that way..."
"Then why me?"
"How do you know it was only you?" the other party countered. "Even within this one great universe,