Primordial Era: The Witch Clan's Dog-Headed Strategist

From the depths of chaos, the five divine realms drifted slowly, like weary birds returning to their nests, nestled against the warm halo of the primordial wilderness.

The saints stood outside the primordial world, each raising their hands.

Pan Xuan resided in the center, and the power of the divine way spread out like a tide, transforming into a giant net that encompassed heaven and earth.

Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian stand in three separate directions, with the Daoist spirit flowing through them.

Behind Di Jun and Tai Yi, the Milky Way stretched out in a vast expanse.

Beneath Houtu's feet, the earth roared.

Nuwa was surrounded by vitality.

The Earth Book flipped in Zhen Yuanzi's palm.

The Styx River stands above the sea of ​​blood, where the crimson lotus of karmic fire quietly blooms.

A dozen or so sages worked together to accomplish this task.

Mount Olympus, the heavenly kingdom of the Holy Light God, the palaces of Asgard, the pure land of Brahma, and the divine realm reforged by Hongjun with the Jade Disc of Creation, slowly sank to the edge of the primordial world.

The heavens and earth trembled, the mountains and rivers shook, and then, those divine realms melted into the bloodline of the primordial world, like snow melting into the sea.

At that moment, the primordial sky seemed a step higher, the primordial earth a step thicker, and the primordial spiritual energy a step richer.

The five realms that originally floated outside the chaos and were neither close to nor separate from the primordial world finally became connected with the bloodline of the primordial world, merging into one, and could no longer be separated from each other.

Pan Xuan stood at the boundary between chaos and the primordial world, holding the Jade Disc of Creation in his palm.

This jade disc once belonged to Hongjun, and it contained the secrets of the creation of heaven and earth. It was also used by Hongjun to scheme against all living beings and imprison true spirits.

It was once a treasure, and it was also a weapon.

Pan Xuan gazed at it for a long time, his fingertips gently tracing the flowing patterns on the jade disc, as if bidding a final farewell to a long-forgotten era.

He slowly raised his hand and sent the jade disc into the primordial Heavenly Dao.

The jade disc enters the Dao, and heaven and earth resonate in unison.

At this moment, the vast Heavenly Dao seemed to have finally made up for the last missing piece, emitting a long and perfect Dao sound.

The sound echoed through every inch of the primordial mountains and rivers, and brushed past every wisp of spiritual wind, as if it were the first breath of Pangu when he created the world, finally drawing a complete period at this moment.

The saints stood between heaven and earth, gazing at this scene, speechless for a long time.

Since the jade disc had returned to the Dao, the last trace that Hongjun left in the world had finally vanished without a trace.

From then on, the Heavenly Dao of the Primordial World truly, thoroughly, and completely belonged to the Primordial World itself.

After a long while, Pan Xuan finally spoke softly, his voice somewhat hoarse: "The Primordial World... is complete."

Half-step into the Eternal True Realm, from this point on, it advances to the Eternal True Realm.

The boundaries of the primordial wilderness are no longer broken or cracked.

The laws of the primordial world no longer contain any superficial flaws.

Heaven, Earth, and Man are like three mighty rivers, flowing ceaselessly in this eternal world.

Heaven's way is impartial, Earth's way is orderly, and humanity's way is prosperous. When the three powers (Heaven, Earth, and Man) are in harmony, all things under the frosty sky compete freely.

The fear and unease that once shrouded the shadow of the chaotic gods finally dissipated completely.

In the years that followed, the primordial world entered an unprecedented era of prosperity.

In the human cities, lights burned all night long, and the laughter of children, the recitation of scholars, and the shouts of merchants mingled together to create a vibrant scene of human life.

In the realm of immortals, immortal cultivators discuss the Dao and contemplate its mysteries, their alchemical furnaces bubbling and their Daoist essence flowing.

Above the Heavenly Court, the Jade Emperor and his four emperors govern the Heavenly Laws, and the sun, moon, and stars follow their orbits. The Great Array of the Celestial Stars breathes in and out chaos, sending wisps of spiritual energy into the Three Realms.

In the netherworld, the cycle of reincarnation continues endlessly, with good and evil deeds being rewarded and death following a set order.

That sacred mountain, where the sounds of chanting linger.

At that Kunlun Taoist temple, purple clouds rise from the east.

Martial arts, literature, immortality, and Buddhism—a hundred flowers bloom, each vying for attention.

Fuxi spent his days on Mount Shouyang deducing the innate principles of the I Ching.

He gazed at the vast land and the human cities scattered like stars in the sky, and suddenly, his heart was filled with clarity.

Throughout his life, he observed celestial phenomena, investigated geography, deduced the Eight Trigrams, established human ethics, and taught people how to weave nets, tame animals, understand life and death, and know etiquette and law...

He did so much for humanity, yet he always forgot to ask himself the same questions.

What exactly is the Dao of Fuxi?

Until this moment, looking down upon the world, he saw children playing on the ridges of fields, old men enjoying their meals in their halls, scholars reciting under lamplight, and countless lights connecting to form a galaxy. He finally understood.

Humanity is not found in the lofty halls of power, but in the countless lights of homes.

Fuxi slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were clear and bright.

"I am the Emperor of the Human Race, deducing the workings of heaven and earth, educating all people, and protecting the everlasting flame of life."

This is my path.

As soon as he finished speaking, the human destiny, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, rose from every household and every inch of land in the human world and surged into Fuxi's body.

He attained enlightenment and became a saint on Shouyang Mountain.

The soaring holy light reflected not the cold laws, but the warmth of human life.

At the foot of Shouyang Mountain, the human race prostrated themselves and kowtowed, their shouts reaching the heavens.

Light a lamp at the foot of that sacred mountain, and contemplate the path of annihilation and oblivion.

His life began when Pan Xuan held the first funeral in the primordial world for his father.

Thus, he became inextricably linked with the word "death".

He was appointed the god of funerals and traveled throughout the land, spreading the laws of funerals and teaching all living beings to respect Heaven and their ancestors, and to remember their ancestors and honor their ancestors.

He has witnessed countless funerals and seen countless souls depart.

He once thought that the way of funerals was a ritual that allowed both the living and the dead to bid farewell peacefully.

But as the primordial world advanced to the Eternal True Realm, he sat quietly at the foot of the sacred mountain, gazing at the prayer flags and lights covering the entire mountainside, and suddenly, his heart became clear.

"All living beings fear death, yet isn't death also a part of life?"

Ran Deng slowly said,

Funeral rites allow the living to say goodbye, the dead to rest in peace, and that relationship to come to a perfect end.

But annihilation is not the end.

That was the return to peace of that cause and effect, the complete letting go of that obsession.

May all beings peacefully welcome that Nirvana, and may there be no fear, no resentment, and no regret in that Nirvana.

This is my path.

As soon as he finished speaking, the aura that had been dormant around him for many years suddenly surged.

The solemnity of the funeral and the tranquility of annihilation slowly merged within him, transforming into a gentle yet profound Daoist charm.

At the foot of Lingjiu Mountain, countless prayer flags fluttered without wind, as if reciting final prayers for the countless resting souls.

He lit a lamp at the foot of Vulture Peak and attained sainthood.

The soaring holy light was not intense, but exceptionally peaceful, like an ever-burning lamp at the end of a long night, illuminating the final journey home for the departing soul.

Hongyun then went to the shores of the East China Sea to contemplate the path to good fortune.

Throughout his life, he loved a carefree life and was indifferent to worldly strife.

He once lived as a carefree hermit, teaching people to govern through non-action and to embrace simplicity and humility.

He helped Shennong taste hundreds of herbs and taught him the art of alchemy.

He wandered throughout that vast wilderness, offering help to those in danger and aiding those in distress.

He never deliberately pursued anything, yet he always seemed to be surrounded by endless good fortune.

Until the primordial era advanced to the Eternal True Realm, he stood on the shore of the Eastern Sea.

Watching the tides rise and fall, watching the fishing boats sing their evening songs, watching the satisfied smiles on people's faces amidst the everyday life, suddenly, my heart is filled with clarity.

Good fortune is never a gift bestowed from a high place.

Hongyun slowly said, "Good fortune is like a gentle spring breeze and nourishing rain, like sending charcoal in the snow, like a timely warmth that comes when all beings are suffering."

Fortune is the flow of good intentions, the echo of cause and effect, and the endless vitality of life arising from mutual assistance among all beings.

I do not seek my own happiness, but only wish that all living beings may find their place and find their joy.

This is my path.

As soon as he finished speaking, the ethereal aura around him suddenly solidified.

That invisible fortune, as if it had found its foundation in his countless good intentions, blew like a spring breeze from the shores of the East China Sea to every inch of the vast land.

At that moment, the world seemed to be filled with warmth and harmony.

Hongyun attained sainthood on the shore of the East China Sea.

The soaring holy light, gentle and warm, was like the first ray of sunshine in spring, showering all living beings with endless blessings.

Meanwhile, on the Western sacred mountain, Jieyin and Zhunti finally encountered that sliver of heavenly secret.

Since the founding of Buddhism, the two have taken it upon themselves to save all sentient beings.

They made a great vow to deliver all sentient beings from the sea of ​​suffering, enabling them to be free from suffering and attain happiness, transcend the cycle of rebirth, and together attain enlightenment.

They traveled throughout the wilderness, preaching and teaching, spreading the path of compassion, and guiding those who were lost.

But the suffering of all beings seems endless; for every one person they save, there are millions more.

Having lived one lifetime, there are countless more to come. Gradually, even they themselves began to have doubts.

Is it truly possible to cross this sea of ​​suffering completely?

Until the primordial world advanced to the Eternal True Realm, Jieyin and Zhunti sat atop that sacred mountain.

Looking at the endless cycle of reincarnation, and at all the beings still drowning in the sea of ​​suffering, suddenly, my heart was filled with clarity.

"To liberate all sentient beings is an endless and boundless vow. If one becomes discouraged because one cannot liberate them all, then one has already lost the original heart of compassion."

The guide slowly said, "I established Buddhism so that all sentient beings may have a glimmer of hope to be free from suffering."

Even if only one person can be saved, then compassion has not been in vain; even if only one lamp can be lit, then darkness is lessened.

This vow to liberate all sentient beings and to light lamps in the darkness is my path.

Zhunti slowly said, "All sentient beings suffer, and the Buddha is compassionate."

May your vows be boundless, your compassion limitless. You do not seek to liberate all, but only to ensure your salvation continues.

This is my path.

As soon as they finished speaking, the boundless power of their vows around them suddenly solidified.

On that sacred mountain, golden light shone brightly, and countless figures of Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats emerged from the golden light, their chanting resounding throughout heaven and earth.

Jieyin and Zhunti, on that sacred mountain, attained sainthood side by side. In that soaring golden light, there was compassion, vows, and an unending heart for salvation, as if two inextinguishable lamps had finally been lit on the boundless sea of ​​suffering.

Kunpeng, meanwhile, was in the Northern Sea, comprehending the Dao of Literature.

Throughout his life, he soared ninety thousand miles, witnessing the vastness of heaven and earth, and also the insignificance of all living beings.

He transformed into a roc, but he never forgot that beneath the Northern Sea, there were countless fish that never took flight.

Above that vast sky, there are countless creatures whose eyes have never been opened.

The essence of culture is to cultivate people through culture, which means giving a possibility to the countless "never"s.

"The world is vast, and all living beings can look up to it."

Kunpeng slowly said, "The Way of Literature is to open a window for all living beings to see the world."

He attained sainthood in the Northern Sea.

Within that soaring holy light, it seemed as if countless scrolls were turning and countless wisdoms were flowing, illuminating a path to the Great Way for all living beings in the primordial world.

Above the Northern Sea, a flock of birds sang in unison, as if celebrating the Kunpeng.

In front of the Pangu Palace of the Wu Clan, the remaining eleven Ancestral Wu also faced their final moment.

Ever since Houtu attained enlightenment, the eleven ancestral witches have been waiting for this day.

Their physical bodies are unparalleled, their primordial spirits are perfected, and they have reached the four realms of martial arts: body refinement, qi refinement, intention refinement, and Dao refinement, having already attained the pinnacle of perfection.

But between the spirit and the flesh, there is always a faint, almost imperceptible distance.

To this day, the primordial world has advanced to the Eternal True Realm, and the laws of heaven and earth have been perfected. That last bit of distance has finally been erased.

Dijiang stood in front of the Pangu Hall and slowly closed his eyes.

Sensing the boiling blood within him and his perfected primordial spirit, he suddenly let out a long roar. In that roar, the laws of space roared, and his spirit and flesh finally became one.

He is that space, and that space is him.

Zhu Jiuyin, Ru Shou, Ju Mang, Gong Gong, Zhu Rong, Qiang Liang, Xi Zi, Tian Wu, Yue Zi, and She Bi Shi all let out long howls in succession.

The howling sounds came one after another, carrying with them the flow of time, the sharpness of metal, the vitality of plants, and the vastness of the ocean.

There was the intense heat of flames, the roar of thunder, the howling of wind and rain, the misty fog, and the flashes of lightning...

The eleven Ancestral Witches, relying on their respective primordial laws, achieved unity of spirit and body and successively attained enlightenment.

Before the Pangu Temple, holy light soared into the sky.

Those Wu tribe warriors, who had once only been able to eke out a living on the edge of the battlefield and had no primordial spirit, prostrated themselves on the ground, tears streaming down their faces.

They recalled the long and arduous journey the witch clan had taken.

From a barbaric tribe without primordial spirits or saints, to a supreme clan where all twelve ancestral witches have attained enlightenment and the entire clan radiates holy light.

Only they themselves know the blood and tears, the bitterness and sweetness that went through this.

The loess soil in front of the Pangu Temple has long been soaked with the blood and tears of countless ancestors, but now, the most splendid flowers have finally bloomed on that loess soil.

Thus, the sages of the primordial world, like stars, gradually gathered into a dazzling galaxy.

With so many sages, the primordial world needed a place to discuss matters and plan together.

On this day, Panxuan opened another layer of heaven above the Great Luo Heaven, named "Sacred Realm".

He issued a decree, inviting all the saints of the primordial world to gather in the sacred realm to discuss the grand plan for the eternal future of the primordial world.

Within the sacred realm, clouds and mist swirl, exuding a profound Daoist atmosphere.

Nuwa, Houtu, Dijun, Taiyi, Zhenyuanzi, Laozi, Yuanshi, Tongtian, and Styx.

Fuxi, Kunpeng, Randeng, Hongyun, Jieyin, Zhunti, and the twelve ancestral witches—all the saints gathered together in one hall.

Within that sacred realm, the auras of dozens of saints intertwined, yet without the slightest disorder. Instead, they resembled stars surrounding the moon, each in its proper place, yet forming a unified whole.

Pan Xuan stood at the head of the table and slowly spoke:

"Fellow Daoists, the Primordial World has advanced to the Eternal True Realm, where all the Sages stand side by side."

However, with so many sages, if there is no place for common discussion, then disagreements are inevitable on various matters.

If the words of a sage are not discussed and agreed upon, then major plans are bound to be flawed. Therefore, I propose this.

We, the saints, have established a council, which we call the "Holy Council."

"The Holy Council?"

Lao Tzu slowly asked, "Does Fellow Daoist mean for us, the Sages, to discuss the affairs of the primordial world?"

"That's right." Pan Xuan nodded. "The primordial world is so vast that it cannot be determined by a single sage."

The vastness of the primordial world is beyond the comprehension of any single sage.

We gathered in the Holy Council to discuss important matters and formulate strategies.

All major matters concerning the ancient world were decided by the council through discussion.

All the perils and dangers of the primordial era were dealt with jointly by the sages.

Only in this way can the primordial world enjoy lasting peace and prosperity, and remain immortal for all eternity.

Nuwa nodded slowly: "That makes sense."

If all the sages stand together, without a system for joint deliberation, then there will be no leader and everything will be difficult to decide.

"Establishing a Holy Council to jointly govern the primordial world is truly the foundation for all ages."

Houtu also said: "The Wu tribe is able to achieve what it has today entirely because of the unity of all the saints."

The establishment of the Holy Council is precisely to transform the concept of "unity of purpose" into an eternal system.

Di Jun said loudly, "I agree as well."

Now that the Holy Council is established, we shall discuss the great matters of the primordial world together.

No one can act unilaterally, and no one can stand aside.

All the saints agreed. Thus, the Holy Council was formally established through the joint deliberation of the saints.

Once the Holy Council was established, it also established several major laws.

The primordial way of Heaven is perfectly impartial and selfless, and no one is allowed to touch it.

The three elements of the primordial world coexist in balance and progress, with no single element allowed to dominate.

The beings of the primordial world lived in peace and prosperity, and would not tolerate any bullying by the strong.

The sages of the primordial world ruled together in harmony, and no internal strife or division was tolerated.

The Holy Council became the place where all the saints of the primordial world discussed important plans and decided on strategies.

Whenever a major event occurs in the primordial world, all the sages gather together in that sacred realm to express their opinions and jointly formulate strategies.

From that time onward, the governance of the primordial world was no longer decided by a single sage, but was discussed and decided by all the sages.

Those primordial years, from then on, became increasingly peaceful thanks to the unity of the saints.

After the Holy Council was established, the first major issue discussed by all the saints was that long-buried hidden danger.

The five demons created by the Chaos Gods from the negative elements of countless worlds once devoured each other and merged into one, transforming into an even more unknown and evil being.

Back then, even with the combined efforts of the three saints Pan Xuan, Nuwa, and Di Jun, they could only suppress and seal it, but they were never able to destroy it.

The seal, though it confined the demon to a closed space-time, was still effective.

But as long as there is even a trace of resentment or malice in the world, the demon will not be completely eradicated.

That seal, in the end, is only a temporary solution, not a permanent cure.

It is like a hidden thorn hanging over the primordial wilderness, ready to pierce out again at any moment.

Within the sacred realm, Pan Xuan slowly spoke:

"Fellow Daoists, that demon formed from the negative elements of countless worlds is still sealed in that closed space-time."

As long as it persists, the primordial world will always harbor a hidden danger.

Today, we, the sages, have gathered here; let us discuss together how to completely resolve this calamity.

Nuwa pondered and said, "That demon is the embodiment of all the negative things in the boundless world."

Destroying it would be tantamount to destroying all resentment and malice in the world, which is destined to be impossible.

However, simply leaving it sealed away feels like a thorn in my side, making it difficult to feel at ease.

Lao Tzu slowly said, "Isolated yin cannot produce anything, and solitary yang cannot grow."

Negative things are an integral part of heaven and earth. Forcibly sealing or eliminating them would violate the principles of Yin and Yang.

In my opinion, rather than sealing it off, it would be better to transform it into a realm.

"To become one realm?" A glint flashed in Tongtian's eyes.

"Not bad." Pan Xuan nodded slowly, continuing the conversation.

"That demon, though formed from negative things, is ultimately a vast, primordial negative force."

If we, the saints, were to join forces, disintegrate that demon, and then reforge it with our combined power, transforming it into a 'demon realm'.

A realm dedicated to the negative, dark, and chaotic forces.

From then on, all the resentment, malice, and darkness in the world had a place to go and an order to follow, no longer spreading and causing chaos indiscriminately.

With the Demon Realm and the myriad sacred realms acting as a check and balance, the primordial world, like yin and yang in harmony, was able to truly endure for eternity.

"Wonderful!" Yuanshi clapped his hands and exclaimed.

"The evil spirits were transformed into a single realm, turning disorder into order. This not only eliminated the hidden danger but also restored the balance of Yin and Yang in the primordial world."

This plan is truly the best possible strategy!

All the saints echoed in agreement.

Thus, the saints joined forces and traveled from that sacred realm to the sealed space-time that imprisoned the demon.

Pan Xuan raised his hand and used the power of the divine path to slowly unveil the sealed space-time.

The demon, sealed away for countless years, reappeared before the saints.

It remained enormous, twisted, and indescribable, with endless tentacles, gigantic mouths, spheres of light, and shadows in yellow robes constantly writhing and churning within the seal.

It seemed to sense the aura of the saints and let out a mournful roar, as if countless voices overlapped, trying to break free from the seal.

However, it was facing dozens of primordial saints who had attained enlightenment and become saints.

"Fellow Daoists, follow me and let us vanquish this demon!" Pan Xuan shouted.

As soon as he finished speaking, all the saints made their move.

Pan Xuan used the power of the divine way to suppress its origin.

Lao Tzu used the Tai Chi diagram to refine Yin and Yang.

The primordial beginning established its foundation with the primordial green energy.

Tongtian used the Four Swords of Zhuxian to slay his malevolent aura.

Nuwa used her creation to cleanse the corruption.

Houtu used the power of the earth to secure its final resting place.

Di Jun used the power of Taiyi and the stars of the heavens to separate the chaos.

The Styx River used the power of the Blood Sea to absorb its malevolent energy.

Fuxi, Kunpeng, Randeng, Hongyun, Jieyin, Zhunti, and the twelve ancestral witches each displayed their supernatural powers, dismantling and refining the demon layer by layer.

The enormous demon, under the combined power of the saints, could no longer struggle.

Its endless tentacles broke off and disappeared inch by inch.

Its countless enormous mouths closed and vanished one by one.

Its twisted body was gradually remelted and reshaped by the power of the saints.

After an unknown amount of time, the demon was finally completely disintegrated by the saints.

It transformed into a massive, purely negative force, slowly coalescing within the chaos.

Pan Xuan stood before the negative energy and slowly raised his hand.

The divine power surged forth like a tide, slowly drawing in the negative energy and condensing it into a new world.

It was a dark, deep place filled with demonic and malevolent energy.

In that realm, there are mountains and rivers churning with demonic energy, abysses filled with malevolent aura, and the abode of countless negative things. That is the Demon Realm.

With the formation of the Demon Realm, the primordial world came to have both Yin and Yang aspects.

The sacred realms of the heavens, which govern light and order.

That netherworld, a realm of darkness and chaos.

From then on, all the resentment, malice, and darkness in the world had a place to go and an order to follow, no longer spreading and causing chaos indiscriminately.

The primordial yin and yang finally reached true balance.

Pan Xuan stood before the Demon Realm and slowly said:

"The harmony of Yin and Yang is the way of the Great Way."

From then on, the primordial world had both light and darkness.

With order came chaos.

Light and darkness are mutually dependent and mutually restraining; order and chaos are mutually balancing.

This is what makes a truly complete and truly eternal world.

The saints gazed at the newly born demon realm and all nodded slowly.

The evil spirit that had once baffled the three sages was finally dissolved into a realm by the sages, becoming a link in the balance of yin and yang in the primordial world.

Time flies, and countless eras have passed.

The primordial world, this eternal true realm, still stands quietly in the boundless chaos, eternally immortal.

It no longer fears the invasion of chaos, nor worries about the spying of foreign enemies.

It has the impartiality of Heaven as its law, the orderliness of Earth as its foundation, the prosperity of humanity as its soul, the joint governance of all sages as its framework, the balance of Yin and Yang as its body, and the well-being of hundreds of millions of living beings as its concern.

Within those three realms, a vibrant and upward-looking scene still prevailed.

Even in the mortal world, children still chase and play, and the sounds of reading and laughter intertwine.

The immortal cultivators in the Earthly Immortal Realm continue to discuss the Dao and delve into profound mysteries, relentlessly striving for improvement.

The gods of Heaven continue to perform their duties, protecting the Three Realms.

Even in the cycle of reincarnation in the netherworld, good and evil are still rewarded accordingly, and life goes on endlessly.

Martial arts, literature, immortality, and Buddhism continue to flourish and their traditions endure.

The Demon Realm is also a world of its own, containing the darkness and chaos of the world, and maintaining a balance with the sacred realms of the heavens.

Pan Xuan stood atop the Great Luo Heaven, overlooking the world he had helped create.

He suddenly remembered something from a long time ago.

The boy who traveled from another era unknowingly fell into the primordial world and was recognized as a fellow kin by the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

At that time, the Wu tribe was isolated and outnumbered, and heroes rose up in the primordial world. All he wanted was to lead this group of reckless ancestral witches to survive.

But from some point onward, his steps never stopped.

He helped the Wu tribe establish its clan, opened the path to divinity, built the underworld, created reincarnation, assisted Nuwa in creating humans, promoted the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, forced Hongjun to leave, and led expeditions to Chaos... step by step, he has come to where he is today.

He gazed at the myriad lights of the homes, at the saints standing side by side, at the eternal true realm where the three realms were perfected and yin and yang were in balance, and suddenly smiled.

The smile was light and faint, yet it seemed as if it had unloaded the burden of countless eras.

"So, all that I've done all these years..."

Pan Xuan murmured softly, his voice carried away by the wind.

"I just want to add a few more lights like these to this world."

The wind rises from the Great Luo Heaven, sweeping across every inch of the primordial mountains and rivers.

That day, the sun shone brightly, and everything was growing.

The primordial world, created by the great god Pangu, protected by countless living beings, and governed by all the saints, finally stood quietly in the boundless chaos as an eternal true realm.

The light will never go out, and the primordial world will never perish.