Primordial Chaos: At the Start, a Golden Crow of Merit, Dare You Touch Me?

The first great tribulation of the Fierce Beasts had just ended, but baleful energy still lingered throughout the Primordial World.

When Lu Changsheng transmigrated, he accidentally fused with free-floating merit of the Great Dao, taking physical form as a Golden Crow of Merit that everyone feared.

Other transmigrators lived in constant dread of becoming entangled in karmic debts. Lu Changsheng? He was karmic retribution.

Someone wanted to kill him?

"Come on, hit me right here! If you don't beat me to death today, you're my grandson!"

The moment those words left his beak, any mighty cultivator bold enough to strike was reduced to ash by Violet Firmament Divine Lightning sent down by the Great Dao-and their entire clan's fortune plummeted along with them!

What everyone else saw as merciless heavenly punishment was, to him, built-in damage-reflecting divine armor-and a handy tool for extortion.

Then came the Dragon-Han Tribulation, and the three great races fought until heaven crumbled and earth split apart.

Lu Changsheng sat comfortably on his nameless little mountain, wrapped in two thousand layers of protective formations. Munching on low-grade spirit fruit he had grown himself, he peacefully watched the bloodshed raging outside.

At last, the three races exhausted themselves and withdrew from the stage of history, leaving the Primordial World scarred and devastated.

Faced with ownerless treasures scattered across the land, Lu Changsheng dusted off his wings, stood with his hands behind his back, and proclaimed a grand vow:

"Finished fighting? Then I suppose I'll reluctantly take all this scrap metal off your hands!"

Since none of you dare hit me, every fortuitous opportunity in this Primordial World belongs to me, Lu Changsheng!

If anyone dares compete with me, I'll lie down right in their Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation!

When the Purple Firmament Palace first opened its doors, Hongjun sought to merge with the Heavenly Dao.

Eyeing the lofty Dao Ancestor, Lu Changsheng sidled over with a cheerful smile.

"Old Hong, your sermon was a little too loud just now. You scared away a sliver of my merit."

The two sages of the West were just about to plead poverty and beg for seats of sagehood.

"Crying, are we? Unless you hand over three Innate Supreme Treasures as compensation, nobody leaves the Purple Firmament Palace today!"