Hmm? I'm not dead? Zhang Hao slowly opened his eyes, looked around in confusion, and muttered to himself. He was walking on the street at the intersection to save a little girl when he was hit head-on by an out-of-control truck. He originally thought he would die, but now it seems that he is not. Where is this place? Zhang Hao sensed the purple aura around him and couldn't help but wonder. Soon, a sense of mystery made him understand his current situation. Ancient times? Am I the Emperor Wu Tian?! Just as he was about to get up and take a closer look, he suddenly felt a sharp pain all over his body and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. He was indeed dead in his previous life, I don't know why, but I was reborn again. And his identity is not simple. He is the young Wu Tian who was enlightened by Hongjun, the first saint of Taoism, and he is also the master of the three realms and the emperor of heaven.
Having read countless prehistoric novels in his previous life, he naturally understands what the prehistoric world is like. The world is unkind and regards everything as straw dogs. The saints are unkind and regard people as straw dogs. The weak are the strong, and the strong are respected. If you can't become a saint, you can only become an ant. The saint is a special existence in the prehistoric world, dominating the world, taking the world as a banner and all living beings as descendants.