Chapter 1: Physical Body Transmigration

"My name is Hongjun, my merit partakes in creation. Because my heart is bound to the billions of beings of the lower world, I thus lecture and spread the Dao in the the Zixiao Palace beyond the thirty‑three layers of heaven, transmitting the Way of the Great Luo Golden Immortal."

"All who are destined may hear!"

The vast mysterious sound fell from the heavens, reaching every corner of the Vast Wilderness World, both sky and earth.

In an instant, countless cultivators, Demon Race members and Wu Clan members turned into streaks of light, soaring skyward.

It was like the celestial stars of the heavens rebounding from the ground, dazzling beyond compare!

"Is this truly the Vast Wilderness?"

Seeing all the surrounding monsters rushing toward the thirty‑three layers of heaven, Zhou Yi was stunned!

He had traversed here from Earth!

Moreover, he was not spirit‑transmigrated but body‑transmigrated.

He did not become a member of the Demon Race of the Vast Wilderness, nor of the Wu Clan.

He is certainly not an innate spirit‑monster saint!

He is truly, genuinely a human!

In other words, he is the first and only human who existed before Pangu created the world and Nüwa fashioned humanity.

And this is in the Vast Wilderness!

Facing demons, witches, beasts and other beings, Zhou Yi, as a human, truly is no different from an ant.

Gradually.

Zhou Yi snapped out of his daze.

Watching the myriad beings soaring skyward, he again showed a look of envy.

"The Vast Wilderness is extremely dangerous to me, yet it also represents opportunity," he said.

"Moreover, the Heavenly Dao has ordained that the Human Race will flourish; as the prehistoric first human, I might still have destiny on my side."

"If I can hear Hongjun's lecture, and combine it with my knowledge of the Vast Wilderness, I will surely turn crisis into opportunity and make a name for myself!"

"But why do I have no skill at all?"

After muttering, Zhou Yi, refusing to accept fate, leapt forcefully.

Yet he couldn't even spring half a meter, and fell back down.

"Damn, I won't believe this! I did cross over, and this is the treatment?"

He spat, and Zhou Yi, unwilling, kept hopping.

The result was the same.

Only when exhausted did Zhou Yi finally look up to the sky, embodying an Ah‑Q spirit, pursed his lips and said to himself in consolation,

"Fine, fine, anyway Hongjun merges his body with the Dao, a low‑grade path to cultivation. The real effect of the 'cut three bodies to become saint' method is probably just that. Otherwise I wouldn't have clearly cut three bodies yet still founded the Ren Sect, snatching merit to become a saint."

"This Hongjun's teaching is still beneath me!"

He flicked his sleeves, decisively turned, and completely abandoned the thought of going to the the Zixiao Palace to listen to the Dao.

"Ding!"

Just as he turned, a resonant clang suddenly erupted from Zhou Yi's mind.

He shivered sharply.

As a veteran web‑novel fan, he instantly understood what the voice in his head signified.

"Host's rebellious Dao heart detected; matching appropriate system, please wait patiently!"

Although the system asked Zhou Yi to be patient.

But after only a second, a pleasant voice sounded again.

"System matching complete!"

"Because the host has a rebellious Dao heart, the primary system 'Hundred Schools of the Ancients Martial God System' is activated."

"In this system, merely propagating the Hundred Schools' teachings grants the host Destiny Points!"

"Destiny Points can be exchanged for martial arts, weapons, items, and so on!"

"Hundred Schools? Confucianism, Daoism, Buddhism, Yin‑Yang, Legalism, Mohism, Military, Agriculture…!" Zhou Yi was first stunned, then overjoyed.

Although the Vast Wilderness World is a mythic realm, strictly speaking it severely lacks philosophies such as 'spiritual speculation'!

Each doctrine of the Hundred Schools is a top‑tier philosophical thought.

Spreading them in this world is not easy at all!

"But what does rewarding martial arts even mean? This world is full of spells and divine abilities. Martial arts are barely useful."

Before he could enjoy it, Zhou Yi felt a chill.

"Martial arts? What good are they?"

"Ding!"

At this moment, the system's voice sounded again.

"Congratulations, host, for successfully activating the system; a novice reward has been issued as encouragement!"

"Divine‑grade martial art 'Ripping Live‑Split Hand' granted successfully!"

"Divine‑grade martial art 'Six‑zhang Golden Body' granted successfully!"

"Divine‑grade martial art 'Void Cloud Surge' granted successfully!"

"Divine‑grade medicine 'Return‑Spirit Pill' granted successfully!"

"Low‑tier Martial Saint cultivation experience card granted successfully!"

As the system's voice kept echoing, Zhou Yi felt wave after wave of tremendous, wondrous energy surge into his body.

His bones, blood, muscles and so on merged with the powerful force.

Yet in an instant, two sharp lights flashed from Zhou Yi's eyes.

"Martial arts?"

Murmuring, Zhou Yi raised his hand into a claw and lunged at the distant air with a grab.

In the distance, a beast as tall as a mountain was hunting for prey.

The moment Zhou Yi's claw struck in midair, the beast shuddered violently.

Before it could even scream, its mountain‑sized body, flesh and bone alike, turned into a pile of shattered fragments.

"This is divine‑level martial art!"

"Ha ha!"

Suddenly, Zhou Yi let out a hearty laugh, his confidence soaring.

Then he stamped the ground hard and surged upward, soaring wildly into the sky.

He unleashed the divine‑level martial art "Void Cloud Soar," making Zhou Yi's flight speed as fast as lightning.

"the Zixiao Palace, I'm coming!" he shouted, laughing wildly.

Indeed, Zhou Yi intends to go to the the Zixiao Palace.

With the system, he no longer needs to listen to any of Hongjun's teachings.

Of course, he isn't going to listen to the Dao at all.

"Hongjun's transmission, essentially all potent beings with potential in Honghuang gather at the the Zixiao Palace."

"Not to mention the Three Pure Ones, Jieyin Zhunti, Nüwa, Fuxi and other future great masters."

"To spread the Dao of the myriad schools, that place is the best choice!"

"Hehe!"

Zhou Yi's heart pounded wildly, both excited and nervous.

He will preach the 'Dao' of the myriad schools at the the Zixiao Palace, which means competing with Hongjun for disciples!

Just thinking about it is thrilling!

And if luck is on his side, gaining even one or two followers would earn a huge amount of Heavenly Fate Points.

Besides that, Hongjun preaching the Great Dao may seem like a monumental good deed.

In reality it is to earn merit and prepare his body to align with the Dao. At this moment Hongjun dares not act, lest he become entangled in karma!

Theoretically, he is safe!

Thinking of this, Zhou Yi wishes he could teleport instantly to his destination.

the Zixiao Palace.

It lies within the Chaotic Void beyond the Thirty‑three Heavens.

Not only is it extremely distant, but it also harbors thunder tribulations, gale winds, and anomalous forces of the Chaotic Void.

Zhou Yi's flight lasted an indeterminate number of years.

Those of extraordinarily high cultivation have already arrived outside the the Zixiao Palace.

There are Daoists, members of the Demon Race, and members of the Wu Clan.

At this moment they all stand respectfully outside the massive gate of the the Zixiao Palace, waiting patiently!

Suddenly, a terrifying boom echoed from the Chaotic Void below.

A girl with bright eyes, white teeth, and jade‑like skin first lowered her gaze.

In an instant, she slightly raised her mouth in surprise.

She repeatedly tugged at the handsome, robust man beside her.

"Brother, look, that Daoist's technique is truly wondrous."

The others, startled by the boom, also lowered their heads to look down.

Immediately, each showed an unusual expression.

Some were shocked, some curious, and some puzzled.

"That Daoist's method is neither a divine skill nor a treasure? It doesn't seem to be the Wu Clan's bodily power either—what technique is this?"

An apparently amiable old Daoist voiced his doubt.

Then the robust man beside the girl slightly frowned and likewise expressed his bewilderment.

"That Daoist seems neither of the Demon Race nor the Wu Clan, nor a transformed spirit saint—how odd!"

Indeed, what they witnessed, which shocked them all, was not another person but Zhou Yi himself!

Those who refine Qi and the Demon Race battle gale winds, clash with thunder tribulations, or cast spells, or duel with treasures.

The Wu Clan counters with bodily strength or innate divine abilities.

But what they saw was Zhou Yi tearing through thunder tribulations and gale winds, stepping upon the void.

There was no spiritual energy ripple, nor any divine skill or treasure in sight.

Truly, it was extraordinarily mysterious.