Create a world of low martial arts from ancient times

"Who am I? Where am I? Where am I going?"

Zhou Mingrui, who came from the "other world", had confused eyes and was ignorant and dull about his own situation and future.

"What? Klein Moriati? Such a Western name, huh? I traveled through time?" Zhou Mingrui observed the surroundings and in a trance saw the scarlet moon gradually turn into silver-white snow.

"Good news, I don't have to go to work tomorrow."

"Bad news, I traveled through time and I'm still dead."

"Good news, I've resurrected myself."

"Bad news. Can someone survive a bullet to the head? Is this world normal?"

Zhou Mingrui muttered to himself for a long time, walked around the room again and again, and examined the ancient diary that was the culprit behind Klein Moraiati's death.

The memories of his original body kept emerging: relatives, friends, neighbors, landlords, so many people that his head was dizzy and his face turned pale.

But he felt that he had lost too much blood. After all, the bullet was aimed directly at his temple. The only reason he survived was because he traveled through time.

What he didn't know was that countless eyes in this world were looking down upon him.

"Let me see the protagonist, look at this... Klein, his predecessor is..." The great masters came one after another, flipping through Zhou Mingrui's first half of his life.

Unfortunately, it has been covered up by Luo Zu. With his background in the multiverse, even Daluo Wuji cannot see through it. Only Hunyuan Quasi-Sage can see it clearly.

But they obviously have no intention of observing these things. They are all directly observing the original creator, so they don’t care about the "rebirth and travel" of a small protagonist like you.

Because it is a matter of soul travel, and there is also the influence of Source Castle, the source of which is inextricably linked to the original creator. In addition, there are tens of thousands of "Earthlings" who travel through time in Source Castle. They are all the sins committed by Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun, which has caused the various Daluo Wuji to be unable to see the changes clearly. However, they can still deduce and guess that it was a certain Daluo Wuji who secretly made some moves.

It’s just that everyone has done something fishy, ​​so they just ignore this “small matter”.

In addition, the name seems to have changed, with a few more ending sounds than the original.

But this is a harmless "small matter". The focus is still on the impact of the protagonist's existence on the original creator, Donghuang.

"How about we all focus on this Klein and give him the power to resist Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun?" a great god suggested.

This is a really good suggestion and everyone agrees with it.

The instigator, Luo Zu, was still observing at this moment, and he was holding back the "plug-in" he had arranged for Zhou Mingrui, waiting for a while. Anyway, he had given him the golden finger a long time ago and it was attached to Zhou Mingrui's soul, so he was not in a hurry to show it off.

Zhou Mingrui spent his first night in the new world unscathed, and then the next day, instead of going to his job interview, he began his fortune-changing ritual. "May the Immortal Venerable of Blessing and Profound Yellow..."

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun..."

"The God of Fusheng Xuanhuang..."

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun."

The voice echoed in the small rental house, and then balls of gray mist fell into the house like balls and hit Zhou Mingrui in the face.

Oh oh oh!
It was as if an evil ghost was sobbing in his ear, and as if a hungry wolf was waiting to take his stiff and cold corpse and then devour it.

dead again?
Zhou Mingrui didn’t understand, so he “opened” his eyes.

To be precise, everything in front of him appeared in his consciousness on its own initiative, rather than him seeing it.

Everything was gray, and he wanted to see something, but the deep gray did not make him feel any danger. Instead, he felt like he was back home. It was so friendly and cool, like the cool breeze under the shade of trees in summer, which made people feel relaxed and comfortable.

"What kind of drama is this?"

Just as he was shocked, he suddenly felt a palpitation.

"My friend, we finally meet." Such a voice sounded in Zhou Mingrui's ears.

It is so grand and noble that when people hear it, they want to kneel down on the ground and kowtow nine times, which shows enough respect.

"who are you?"

Following Zhou Mingrui's greeting, a ray of sun suddenly rose in the gray mist, as if it was about to illuminate the entire strange world.

But a force immediately rose from the gray fog, trapping the scorching sun's rays in the sky, preventing them from breaking through the thick mist.

This scene made Zhou Mingrui stunned, and also made the great gods among the high-dimensional observers cast their eyes on Luo Zu.

"My fellow Daoist has planned very well and hid the truth from the world so well that we couldn't find out anything." The Great Immortal Hong Meng sighed inwardly, as if the next sentence he was going to say was that he was old.

And at this moment they seemed to have noticed something strange about Luo Zu. He looked like Daluo, but not like Daluo, and he also had some of Daluo Wuji's power.

Is this still Taiyi? (End of Chapter)