The founder of Dao, having transmigrated, found himself as an ordinary member of the primordial human race in the great wilderness—not as a divine beast, nor as a famed figure of legend. Bereft of any miraculous powers or secret advantages, he began his journey by forging a low-martial world from scratch...
Heaven is round, earth is square, stretching without end. Golden Immortals roam everywhere, Celestial Immortals are as common as stray dogs.
Pangu split the heavens and earth, the three clans waged their wars, Hongjun preached the Dao, saints achieved enlightenment, witches and demons fought for supremacy.
Perhaps this is the impression many novel enthusiasts hold of the Primeval Age.
Unfortunately, Luo Zu, who was fortunate enough to become a transmigrator, had no such luck to participate in these sweeping, epic tales.
Perhaps it was the good fortune of the name his parents gave him, but Luo Zu had the chance to become an ancestor of the human race.
Indeed, after passing through to the Primeval Age, he was not Pangu, not a primordial god or demon, not the first strand of innate light, nor any other “first.” He was not Hongyun, Minghe, Zhen Yuanzi, Kunpeng, Di Jun, nor one of the Twelve Ancestors of the Wu clan. He wasn’t even a divine beast. Rather, he became one of the honored first-generation humans.
However, he was not from the very first batch sculpted by Goddess Nuwa, but from the generation after that, or even the one after that.
Still, this could be considered among the earliest humans.
After the birth of the second generation of humanity, they were given an important mission: to step out from under Nuwa’s protection, explore the unknown, and expand outward.
Luo Zu was born during the second generation’s journey to discover the outside world.
Later, the tribe to which he belonged settled in a valley, and