Becoming a Honghuang Fortune Teller, Houtu Comes to Kick Down the Door

After transmigrating into the primordial world and spending ten thousand years there, Lu Tianji sat in a shabby Daoist temple and did not wait for a single customer—until Houtu kicked the door open.

The quasi-sage powerhouse, one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, pointed at the plaque reading "I stand at the pinnacle of the immortal path" and sneered. Just as she turned to leave, she was suddenly dragged into a blood-red illusionary realm, where the giant figure of Pangu slammed her primordial spirit to pieces with a single palm.

Lu Tianji heard a thud outside the door, poked his head out, and saw Houtu kneeling on the stone steps, tears still hanging on her face.