Primordial Era: Golden Dragon Tribulation

[No system][With a female protagonist][Slow to warm up][Traditional][Online logic][No conspiracy theory][Private modification]

He traveled to the ancient world. The good news was that he was an innate creature and his reputation was recorded in legends of later generations. The bad news was that the one who left behind his reputation was the golden dragon shears, a treasure made from his corpse, rather than the Yin-Yang Dragon, which was born from his innate Yin and Yang energies when he was alive.

The confluence of Yin and Yang is called Yuan, and the change of Yin and Yang is called Yi. As a congenital creature born and raised by nature, Yuan Yi should have been blessed with great fortune and luck, but his origin was contaminated with evil spirits, and the auspicious purple aura all over his body was too thick, so thick that it turned black. Yuan Yi believed that judging people by their appearance was superficial. Although his purple aura was black, his heart was toward the holy way!

At this moment, the overall situation of the prehistoric world has been determined. The most important thing now is to survive the disaster and avoid being killed by the future saint Tongtian, who will refine the treasure and give it to the three sisters to take away to fight against the saint.

How to protect oneself is a problem. There is no hope on one's own, the only option is to seek help from others.

But who can protect him from the future sage Tongtian?

Which thigh can he hold on to? Yuan Yi finally came to the conclusion that the person who tied the bell must untie it. The only person who can stop Tongtian from killing him and using his corpse to refine treasures is himself.

"I just want to find a glimmer of hope for survival and a place to settle down in this turbulent world."

Gradually, Yuan Yi discovered that this primitive world was different from what he knew.

But some things are already destined, and when you are in them, it is difficult to tell the truth from the false.

"You seek a ray of hope for yourself, and you are that ray of hope."

An inconspicuous butterfly gently flutters its frail wings, and ripples spread across the long river of time, gathering into waves...