Countless Yuanhui after Pangu created the world, the first voice appeared within the Sea of Blood, the exclusive dumping ground of the Primordial World.
"Ouch, holy crap, where is this? Is this still domestic?" He Ming couldn't help but let out a low curse. He remembered being bumped by a little brat riding a rocking car, which knocked him straight to the ground.
Even the old man who was taking a walk at the time was stunned. "Oh my, you're trying to scam a three-year-old child? Trying to extort a rocking car? You've reached a new level of scamming, haven't you? Is scamming so unrefined these days? It's really not as good as it was in my day."
After finishing, the old man looked at He Ming with contempt in his left eye, while his right eye arched toward the sky, as if recalling his own past glory.
This was the last sentence He Ming heard before his consciousness faded.
However, before He Ming could react to where he was, the Sea of Blood surged with layers of bloody waves, seemingly celebrating the birth of the future manager of this dumping ground.
He Ming regained his senses, looking at the churning blood water before him and the churning resentment of the Demon Gods above the Sea of Blood, and was immediately stunned in place.
"Did I undergo Transmigration?" He Ming muttered, but not even two seconds later, he said excitedly, "As expected, I truly am the protagonist!"
Since he was little, He Ming had been extremely outstanding. When he opened his eyes, it became dawn; when he closed them, it became dark. If he wasn't the protagonist, then who was?
Newton and Gauss were born before him, which once led He Ming to believe that they wanted to avoid his brilliance.
Otherwise, why would Newton and Gauss still not dare to meet him to this day?
This made He Ming believe he was the protagonist, and now this Transmigration further verified this conjecture. He had thought he was a modern urban protagonist, but he didn't expect to be a cultivation protagonist!
"Since that's the case, I must accomplish something great!" He Ming said excitedly.
But immediately after, a constant stream of information pierced into He Ming's brain.
"My head hurts so much, it feels like I'm about to grow a brain. Is my current identity Minghe? Is the world I Transmigrated to the Primordial World?"
He Ming said, clutching his head. He glanced to his side and saw nothing. Looking down, he saw a fire-red lotus wrapping a blood-colored placenta, with two swords and a small banner beside it.
He couldn't help but think of the legends about Minghe from his past life. Minghe was undoubtedly the number one person under the Saint. He had walked his Three Corpses to the extreme of Quasi-Saint, and his Law to the extreme of Quasi-Saint.
At first, Minghe Cultivated the Law, and after Cultivating the Law to its extreme, the Heavenly Dao did not allow one to become a Saint through the Law. He then Cultivated the Three Corpses, but after the Three Corpses, the Heavenly Dao still did not allow him to become a Saint.
Logically, after trying so many methods, Minghe's Dao Heart should have collapsed, and he should have fallen. But his own Dao Heart was incomparably powerful, and he served as the Lord of the Asura Path, absorbing Karma.
As for whether he later became a Saint, He Ming didn't know, but he knew that Minghe was the number one practitioner of the Way of Survival, having lived through countless tribulations without a scratch. Thinking of these things...
He Ming couldn't help but laugh, "It seems you want me to fulfill your wish to become a Saint. Since that is the case, then I shall be called Minghe."
Immediately after, Minghe's consciousness began to tire, and his Divine Sense returned to the placenta, which caused the originally churning Sea of Blood to become anxious.
Was their manager of the dumping ground about to fall?
But it quickly reacted; this was likely due to insufficient Origin, so a large amount of the Sea of Blood's Origin began to surge towards the location where Minghe was.
The resentment of the Demon Gods also noticed this. They had become the spirits of the dead of Pangu's axe—no, they couldn't even be called souls, only resentment remained.
Although the Sea of Blood, this Primordial World dumping ground, had condensed the resentment of the Three Thousand Demon Gods, these resentments were ultimately a small number; most were lurking on the land of the Primordial World.
Sensing the flow of the Sea of Blood's Origin, they mixed themselves into the Origin of the Sea of Blood; after all, this could also be considered their blood.
The Karmic Fire Red Lotus wrapping Minghe's Main Body began to get completely busy. Originally, it relied on Minghe's Main Body to autonomously absorb the Sea of Blood's Origin to gestate, and its work was easier; it only needed to filter it clean.
But now, the Origin of the Sea of Blood surged towards Minghe, and it was even mixed with the resentment of the Demon Gods. The Karmic Fire Red Lotus could not burn them away yet; it could only calcine them with Karma fire.
By doing this, the Sea of Blood and the Karmic Fire Red Lotus would not strengthen Minghe's foundation, but it would allow Minghe to be born early.
After an unknown number of Yuanhui, the placenta within the Sea of Blood began to prepare for manifestation, achieving the Innate Dao Body.
"The Dao is above, I, Minghe, manifest here today!"
Not long after, a youth of about sixteen appeared. He had long, fire-red hair draped over his shoulders, paired with a handsome appearance that was quite enchanting.
Originally, he wanted to manifest as a middle-aged man, as that would be more dignified. But the process of evolving the Innate Dao Body is such that one's appearance is derived from the heart, and his mentality could only sustain this body.
After Minghe manifested, he just wanted to summon the abi and yuantu twin swords, but a large eyeball suddenly appeared above the Sea of Blood, staring straight at Minghe.
Minghe also felt it and looked up at the sky simultaneously. He saw that the large eyeball was radiating the charm of the Dao, saying nothing, just staring straight at him.
After about a few minutes, the eye of the great dao transmitted a voice.
"Granted."
After speaking, the eye of the great dao instantly dissipated, as if it had never appeared, and Minghe had successfully created his identification in the Primordial World.
"Phew, is this the Dao? It is truly terrifying. As expected, I am the protagonist; upon manifestation, I am an Early Stage Daluo Golden Immortal, and evolving the Innate Dao Body can even receive the attention of the Dao."
The corners of Minghe's mouth raised slightly, but the cold sweat on his forehead remained. He had no idea that for an Innate Sacred being with his foundation, becoming a Great Overarching Golden Immortal upon manifestation was standard.
He slowly landed on the Karmic Fire Red Lotus, preparing to refine his companion Spirit Treasure.
The twelve-grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus can burn Karma and release Karma fire; its defense is also not bad, a top-grade innate spiritual treasure.
The abi and yuantu twin swords, supreme treasures of the Killing Dao, do not incur Karma when killing people, a top-grade innate spiritual treasure.
The xuan yuan water control banner, transformed from the lotus leaf of the chaos green lotus, controls water and has formidable defense, a top-grade innate spiritual treasure.
An Innate Spirit Treasure possesses the Innate Indestructible Divine Light and can repair itself after being damaged; this is something that an Acquired Spirit Treasure does not have.
This kind of birth configuration is something that a certain Kunpeng of the North Sea could not even dream of.
But before Minghe could refine it for even a moment, the resentment of the Demon Gods within his body began to surge. The resentment that had been burned by the Karmic Fire Red Lotus and integrated into Minghe's Origin to fall into a slumber was awakened by Minghe's manifestation.
After Minghe manifested, they originally wanted to be good to the end and gift Minghe the power of the Chaos Demon God's resentment, with the only price being the loss of self, but the appearance of the eye of the great dao made them instantly lose that idea.
They were resentment, not stupid pigs.
Fortunately, the Dao is impartial; it only stared for a moment before leaving and did not erase them.
Minghe felt that the power within his body was surging and erupting towards his Divine Soul.
Minghe couldn't help but say, "This... this... could this be a blessing from the Great Dao!