Primordial Era: I, the Creation Lotus, will absolutely not be struck this time

Transmigrated as a twenty-fourth-grade Creation Lotus, he was struck by lightning and torn apart the moment he was born—only this time, he took human form before the Heavenly Dao even emerged. Qing Yi: "Great God Pangu, look at that plate you're carrying on your head! It's betrayed us! And look at me, trampled under your feet! Now you know who your true friend is, right?" Qing Yi: "Pangu, you dead ghost, open your eyes! The atmosphere in the Primordial World is unbearable! Getting struck by lightning is bad enough, but why does everyone like to use my body parts as treasures? When will I ever recover my thirty-sixth grade? You owe me compensation!" Qing Yi: "Niece Houtu, I told you to travel the Primordial World, and you're treating all the demon races like local delicacies? Are you that greedy? Wipe the oil off your face and go handle reincarnation." Qing Yi: "Little nephew Tongtian, call me Uncle, and I'll teach you the Great Dao of Hunyuan." Qing Yi: "Little Nuwa, call me..."