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

The first calamity of the ferocious beasts had just passed, and the baleful aura of the Primordial Chaos had not yet dissipated. When Lu Changsheng transmigrated, he accidentally merged with the wandering Great Dao Merit and transformed into a Golden Crow of Merit that everyone feared. Others transmigrating to the Primordial Chaos were constantly on edge, afraid of incurring karmic sin, but Lu Changsheng himself was sin. Others wanted to kill him? "Come on, hit me right here! If you don't kill me today, you're my grandson!" As soon as the words were spoken, the bold great power was directly struck into ashes by the Purple Cloud Divine Thunder sent down by the Great Dao, and even the clan's fortune plummeted! The merciless heavenly punishment that others saw was, for him, a built-in reflective divine armor and extortion tool. When the Dragon-Han First Calamity descended, the three clans fought until the heavens and earth shattered. Lu Changsheng sat peacefully in his nameless low mountain, layered with two thousand formations, munching on low-grade spiritual fruits he had planted himself, calmly watching the bloody storm outside. When the three clans exhausted themselves and withdrew from the stage of history, leaving the devastated Primordial Chaos land behind, facing the countless ownerless treasures on the ground, Lu Changsheng patted the dust off his wings, stood with his hands behind his back, and made a grand vow: "You're done fighting? Then I'll reluctantly take all this scrap metal of the Primordial Chaos!" Since you don't dare to hit me, then the opportunities of the Primordial Chaos are mine, Lu Changsheng's! Whoever dares to compete with me, I'll lie down in their Immortal Slaying Sword Formation! When the Purple Cloud Palace first opened, Hongjun intended to merge with the Heavenly Dao. Looking at the exalted Dao Ancestor, Lu Changsheng smiled and sidled up: "Old Hong, your sermon just now was too loud; it scared off a strand of my merit." The two Western Sages had just begun to plead poverty for saint positions. "Cry? If you don't compensate me with three innate supreme treasures today, no one leaves this Purple Cloud Palace!"