"You! You've gone mad!"
Ancestor Hongjun had completely gone mad.
For the sake of a mere Human Realm, he had made Ye Zhuo's shadow into an avatar.
If it had been the Primordial World, the chances of success would have been nearly zero. Even if he had succeeded—
Ye Zhuo would have had to merge his true body with the Great Firmament Heavenly Immortal Dao, much like Ancestor Hongjun now.
In terms of cultivation and realm, he would have been powerful enough.
Yet he could lose himself at any moment and be left with nothing.
Because the Heavenly Dao would gradually erode the will of life until it erased it, turning him into a puppet.
Ancestor Hongjun was the finest example of such a puppet.
He himself understood the pain of being a puppet, which was why he hated those unfettered transmigrators all the more.
Their various cheats always allowed them to encounter opportunities amid danger.
And so—
Transmigrators could always obtain more resources than the natives.
For instance, Luohu, the renowned Demon Ancestor, was a transmigrator.
More than once, Ancestor Hongjun had wondered just how powerful he would be if he were the one who obtained all sorts of systems.
However—
He had searched throughout the Primordial World and the Myriad Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms. Even after being forced to return to the Primordial World and merge with the Heavenly Dao, he had never found a system useful above the Great Firmament Golden Immortal realm.
Until Ye Zhuo appeared, lighting a lamp amid the Myriad Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms.
But by then—
Ancestor Hongjun had already merged with the Heavenly Dao. No matter how greedy he was or how badly he wished to seize Ye Zhuo's golden finger, it was useless.
Because he could not leave the